It's a Signal

 Zika One! Zika One!  Come in, Maverick!

Zika One here, Zika Two.  What's with the excitement, Goose?

Mav - we've been reactivated!  They're bringing us out of retirement!  We get to spread the virus again!

Goose, I haven't had any...

Yeah, Mav, it just came through my Signal app.  We're supposed to rendezvous with the rest of the squad at 1800 hours.  The SECDEF sent the target, too!  It's...

Goose, slow down.  First of all, we have secured lines for these sort of communications.  Nobody - and I mean nobody - is stupid enough to issue attack orders over a public comms app like Signal.  It just doesn't happen.  Can you imagine what would happen if the phone was hacked?  The target would be ready for us with cans of Deep Woods OFF and citronella smoke spirals.  We'd be dead meat before we could land.

But Mav, didn't you get the message?

Goose, I wouldn't have Signal on my phone under any circumstances.   I do confess to perusing InsectTinder once in a while, though.

But Mav, this looks legit...

Goose, let me repeat myself slowly for you.  No...body...is...stupid...enough...to...put...attack...orders... on...public...comms...apps.  Period.  You would have to be a complete and utter moron.  And, you would no doubt wind up in Leavenworth if you did.  Now relax and enjoy the sun.  I've got my eye on that cute Aedes aegyptii over there by the pool.

Ok, Mav.  I guess you're right.  At least about the Aedes aegyptii.  I wonder if she has a friend?


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