Sitting in the pilot's chair of his small craft with a wide grin on his face, Mulder thought aloud, "Well there's four right there." Typing in a date and time into a data file to be sent, Mulder looked over the team once more, pondering heir strengths and weaknesses. A synthesized voice chimed in, "Diagnostics complete. All pods are fueled, stocked, and ready to be deployed." "Good. Relay this packet t'all operators. An' fo gods'akes make sure it's encrypted, Matrix," he replied. "I'll do my best, boss. No promises though."
Almost an hour later, the selected operators received a message on their private channels that read:
What day/ time would be good for y'all to play? I'm good most days except for Tuesdays and Fridays.