[Fox proceeds towards his Big Boss' office, his work done down in the hangar for today. A thorough report was to be handed in to the man and he has it already filled out and tucked in an unmarked manila envelope under his arm. A full inventory of weaponry, rations, ammo, explosives -- everything they would need to defend what is theirs. More than enough to arm over one-hundred guards currently; should they find the recruits, at least.]

[...Not that Fox himself wasn't a one man army, of course.]

[He approaches the door to the office and raps his knuckles against it three times, standing silently at attention.]