During Mission 40: PsychoSemantics

A pair of teens wearing gas masks and reflect tape for clothing lead the man off into a tent somewhere behind the stage. After a few minutes of being guarded here by other raver-esque security guards, he's led inside another room connected to the tent.

Once shoved in, a red light goes on over the door, LED's lighting the sign reading: "Recording".  A rather mellow beat pumps into the room, one man standing at a set of turntables and keyboards, while another with wild hair stands with headphones on, arms folded, staring the soldier down.

"Yo yo yo my brotha.  We ain't heard from ya in a hot minute.  We glad you made it, brotha.  As you see, the good Doctor is a bit... pre-occupied at the moment.  So... how about you give us that little report, ya huurd me?"

Something about the music is familiar, making something click in the back of his mind.  It is time for his report, isn't it?