Morton waved his hand at Ramirez' entrance, "At ease, soldier," he muttered dryly, "we have much to discuss an not a lot of time to do it..."
The Colonel stood up and slowly walked around his desk in front of Ramirez so they would talk face to face.
"It is no secret," Morton began, "that your recent comrades have been less than... Up to par with standard Pulse regulations. We have to step things up. The reanimated have been gathering more and more on the outskirts of the city... I assume you've heard the casualty reports recently?"
He could have waited for a response, but he had not finished getting his point across yet. "They are the lowest they have ever been since this crisis began. Now I sit here and from one point of view, I am grateful that the casualty rate is down, along with the number of rogue infected being brought into the city. But from a military standpoint... My gut says differently. My gut wonders why if the reanimated numbers in the area are larger than they have ever been, why such a low casualty rate, and better yet, why are small pods of twenty and thirty all that have been appearing around the city checkpoints?"
He slammed his hand down on the map of the city that lay on his desk, "the answer is here. I have been tracking their movements around the outside of the city... I believe these reanimated are far more cunning than they let on. I believe they are looking for structural weaknesses before attacking with the brunt of their horde. I know the nest is near somewhere... Until now I have not been able to find it."
Morton stood up and cleared his throat. "Ramirez, ten-hut!" Ramirez snapped to attention. "I am promoting you to Specialist. Your courage and undeniable will to succeed will prove most useful in your newest assignment. I want you to take a small group of soldiers with you, and I want you to scout out the bulk of the reanimated horde that is near this city. It must be found, and we must strike before it is too late. We must protect this safe haven and rid ourselves of the reanimated for just a bit longer if possible. Ramirez, this is up to you. When you locate the horde, notify me immediately. The following is top secret, no one else on your strike team can know."
Morton leaned in and whispered, "I have gained access to a nuclear weapon located in a hidden location in this city. As soon as you send me the coordinates of the horde, we will strike, and rid ourselves of this contaminant once and for all." Morton grinned, "this is your mission, Ramirez." Morton saluted to the newly christened Specialist.
"Commence Operation Sanctity Of Life, SOL for short."