Mini-sparrow yearly emergencies report, 2028: Alert. Alert. New incident found in LaCygne: one attacker, one dead. Identity of attacker: unknown. Identity of dead: Johnathan Reynolds. Reasons: unknown, potential mugging. Time of death: exactly one year ago, to the second. Send information to S-SAT, recommended in secret Morse code. Data sent.

By the time I received the message, I was working on my latest project, the Aerial Sonar 

Emitter. This allows me to see targets without radar. Unfortunately, that did not help me save my friend. What did he do to make someone want to kill him, send them to their doom? What am I thinking? The fact that this happened a year ago shocked me. I was in space once I got the report from my newest plane: the Mini Sparrow. After the Sparrow was re-commissioned, everything went haywire. 

While I was trying to figure out what had happened, my computer, S-SAT told me 

something. "Dalton, the Mini Sparrow is sending a message for you."

"Put it on the interface."

"Wilco."

S-SAT showed me the message on my interface in the bridge of the Sparrow. It read: Stealth compromised. Targeted communication burst has been received by low frequency channel. Message is as follows.

A video message that went to live feed then appeared on the screen.

"Hello, Dalton."

"Jack?"

"That's correct."

"How are you doing?" I asked confused. This man, I thought, died in space around a year or two ago.

"Just fine.”

“How are you still alive Mr. McCullum?"

"Oh I rebuilt myself."

"You don't have the resources."

"Of course I don't. By the way, in case you don't know, Project Arachna took care of that. But fixing me up did not make up for what I had lost to the hands of that wretched man."

"Don't remind me about your pain for Lara! You don't think that I cared? That I didn't regret sending her off like that?"

"That is not what I'm getting at. I'm just confirming what your snoop of a plane saw."

"What do you know about that plane?"

"It sticks its nose in other's business when it is not supposed to. That's what I know."

Finally, the truth came out.

"If I see that plane snooping around again, I will make sure you are charged with treason, and put under the severest punishment."

"Like I'm not already! I'm done here." 

And just like that, I hung up on him. I watched the sermon that John, my lost friend, sent me in case I got lonesome in space. I remembered his words about giving your life for someone else's. I had to find some way to meet John's replacement pastor, and my number one priority, to speak to Angela about John's death. The only problems were interference and belief. If the replacement got there first, and if Angela would forgive me because I wasn't there for John when he needed me. I wouldn't tell her everything at that moment because I was scared that she would not believe me. Something deep down told me something at that moment. I felt that I was being trained to face something similar to what John did. Except for some key differences, exactly congruent.

Sabre blueprints have been sent to office. Blueprints have been separated into segments. Arrowhead return protocol has been activated. All connections closed.