Son of a fucking motherless goat, Cord swore as he jumped up and started striding towards the ATV, not seeming bothered by the fact that he was naked, giving a glare at the dog boys as he made his way there and ripped the ball-gag apart with casual ease as he did. Really fucking hope my clothes are in there he thought as he climbed into the back seat and started looking for his gear.
---Everyone---
Everyone piles into the ATV and starts out of Naptown heading southwest into the farmlands. The doboys transport is just behind and the Psi-Stalkers as well, soon can be spotted pulling up behind them. After about three hours, the group arrives at Markstown. Dread settles in a bit when the group approaches the town. As far as ten miles out, they can all see the town still smoldering.
As the three Coalition vehicles approach the broken Gates, no one sees any sign of life or remaining resistance to whatever destroyed this place.
Nolan taps Aaron on the shoulder, "Pull over about hundred yards away from the gate. We'll scout on foot." He looks over at Viego, "You're on aerial recon, We aren't too concerned with being stealthy this time."
With that said he slide open the side door and dropped down on the old asphalt road. "Lets go gentlemen."
Marcus jumped out of the shotgun seat in full armor and pulled his greatsword from the weapons storage. "Finally not having to sneak around this time is refreshing on one hand." He looked up with a somber expression at the devastated gates and smoldering town, "...Though fucked up on the other because it's not necessary."
Viego perks up at the words aerial recon. He is in the suit so fast it was hard to tell if he heard the whole word or not. "About time. I haven't flown in so long I was starting to feel like my feet were tied to the ground." The look of pure joy as he gets in his SAMAS is undeniable.