Cuba

[Cuba was droned for a while after coming back. Which on the plus side meant his shattered hand got better. On the other side....he was a drone. An American drone of course. When he snapped out of it he soon came to realize something worse. Which is why he's making this phone call. There's some talking in the background as he picks up the phone.]

"But sweety I don't know what you're talking about."
"I said stop that!"

[There's a long sigh before he relaizes he's picked up the phone already]

Yeah. Anyone who knew Hanna. He's a drone now.

[And is just going to leave it at that. You can either call him back to find out more, or find him outside smoking. Regain was cigars, and boy does he need one. ]