Mag whimpers and drags himself back to his seat, pulling out a rolled-up sheet of what looks like thick blue paper, before spreading it out across the table, a sort of blank, terrified stare on his face as he does so. A button in one corner of it is pressed, and a 3-D display of the area appears, gradually zooming in and updating itself every few seconds as the MagSat takes more recent pictures.
I'll send clones and Magbots out as soon as possible. Anything else? I'm not an emergency person, I don't normally do things like err...this, I umm...