Eichel appears on the screen, occasionally flickering with static throughout the message. He's wearing what seems to be a modified version of the Coalition Marine power armor.

You have done well for yourself. It seems tapping you as a protege was indeed the right chioce. Now it is a matter of knowing whether or not you are indeed a man capable of what is necessary.

At times of desperation, it is beneficial to offer yourself to desperate men. I am privy to the location of the Volkhan, but it will come at a price. And of course, the price that is my full exoneration. The nerve staple embedded in the base of my brain stem has been neutralized. It seems the good Doctor and I were thinking on similar terms, although my method was a bit more, shall we say, crude?

Taking the Volkhan alive is not a possibility, so don't let whatever moral intentions of justice prevent you from doing what is necessary. Assaulting the bunker will be a war of atrittion the Coaltion cannot withstand. The Volkhan has deemed it necessary to surround himself with those whose loyalty is not dependant on forced servitude. And this is what you should truly fear.

There are solutions to this problem.

A string of numbers begins flashing across the screeen.

This is the frequency to contact me on. It's heavily encrypted, and will come directly to me. I await the premier's choice.