RedGiant Neutron: Be the team checked in with.

You've managed to get in contact with two of your three subordinates. Wherever the hell WhiteDwarf is, no doubt they're fine. You have a good crew, with clean operations, and operatives who operate cleanly. You are not a bunch of goofballs. So, you resolve, any audience will close their eyes and ears and ignore this next part, knowing that everything said will be very tactical and professional.

RedDwarf: Hey. What's status stuff. You guys get spotted?
Neutron: What?
RedGiant: Solids actually. Isn't that for the space camouflage thing?
RedDwarf: wha
RedDwarf: No did anyone see you!!
RedGiant: Oh.
RedGiant: Yeah!
RedGiant: He was a department head.
RedDwarf: aaaaaaaaaaa which one, who do I go murder right now before they get to the armory to save you!!
RedGiant: Oh, don't worry! I made sure you won't have to murder him. I'm asking him questions! Like about who has the disk you lost.
RedDwarf: I didn't
RedDwarf: UGH
RedDwarf: Okay, interrogate him. Report in if you get any info. Look, just don't let him scream for help too much.
RedDwarf: Hey!! Neutron!! Are you still there? Status!!
Neutron: What?
RedDwarf: Status. S T A U T S.
Neutron: That wasn't spelled right.
RedDwarf: Yes it was! Shut up!!
Neutron: I'm working on a door. Do you have an objectives update?
RedDwarf: Well I hope it's on the right satellite. Just keep on the AI capture task.
Neutron: Okay. Call me if you find out more about the disk objective.

WhiteDwarf: Wax poetic about the importance of the mission for the CAUSE.