A need For Urgency

Ren stood by the entrance of the makeshift fortress, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the horizon.

The vast expanse of the wastelands stretched out before him, the harsh landscape lit by the faint light of the moon.

In the distance, a small dot began to grow larger, drawing Ren's attention. He watched it carefully, recognizing the sleek body frame of an approaching aircraft. A soft beep in his earpiece followed, indicating an incoming transmission.

"Ren, this is the pick-up team. We're en route to your location. Estimated arrival in five minutes," a calm, female voice spoke through the earpiece.

Ren nodded to himself, his eyes never leaving the approaching aircraft.

"Copy that," he replied. "We'll be ready for you."

He turned back towards the inside of the fortress, where the rest of his team was beginning to settle in for the night.