The strike team intercepts a radio communique between Zykov and Peck, and hear Zykov making a familiar arrangement with Omega Group.
Transcript:
Peck: Hello, Zykov? You there? It's me. Peck.
Zykov: Yes, my friend. I am here. Where else would I go?
Peck: So. My coworkers definitely know I'm in contact with you. They even know your name.
Zykov: And they did not... discipline you?
Peck: No, they see you as a potential goldmine of Dark Aether intel, and they don't want to punish the one guy you'll talk to.
Peck: In fact, Gorev told me to ask about the entity you say is in charge over there. It's real, right?
Zykov: It is an existential threat to all of you, my friend. It is the reason I am building my new device.
Peck: And that's... what? A weapon?
Zykov: It is something we will need when the real invasion comes. But tell your people I will reveal more details only if you help me come home.
Peck: You got it. They might want to debrief you for days, but if you deliver on intelligence and firepower, they'll make you a hero of the Soviet Union.
Zykov: Hmph. They can keep their medals. Just help me come home.
Peck: Okay. Let me know when your device is ready. We'll work on how best to repatriate you. Over and out.