"Gum? Yeah, hold on a second," Warren said as he eyed the figure standing before their squad. Command had told them they were going to meet someone on the inside, and unless they were getting the wrong end of a stick, this was their ma- woman. Digging a hand into one of his many pouches, of which already open MRE was pulled out. "It'll cost you though. I'll be taking your hot sauce next time we dig down for chow, ma'am." He threw her the small packet of 'Beechies Spearmint', grinning slightly. 

Tracie caught the packet mid air, crunching the half used cardboard wrapping in her fist. She slid the candy into one of her utility pockets. "Thanks, Darling." Tracie breathed behind her, keeping up with the pointman. "If it were five years ago, I might make you call me 'sir'." she mumbled to herself. 

Lowering his Benelli, Warren hefted it over his shoulder in a relaxed position as the robotic drone whirred to a halt several feet behind him. He tossed the rest of the MRE back into his pouch as he pulled out the bulky radio off of his back. "I'll go ahead and tell command that you've arrived ma'am. You're Sergeant Tracie Armond, correct? How is it in the city? Is it as bad as they said it was in briefing? Ah, hold on, gimme a moment," he said, triggering a few buttons on the device. 

"Command, this is Delta India Victor India Sierra India Oscar November Dash Niner Niner Zero. Yes. Yes, we've established contact with [i]Momma Bear[/i]. We're converging on the train platform to enter the city proper. [i]Virgin[/i] out." He hung up the call, leaning back and sighing. "Can you believe they make me say out the whole thing? Can't I just say Division proper?" He looked up as Red called out a corpse. Warren felt a little eager to see the first sign of a dead man on the mission, at least to see what the infection did to someone. 

Tracie watched as the boy radioed in to command, the march seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed. When he was done on the radio Tracie decided she could answer his questions. "I generally go by Special Agent Armond these days." She trailed off ahead a bit and leaned against the grimy wall. "The city's about as bad as it could get. The civies that weren't killed in the initial backlash either joined street gangs or live like mice. The disease is changing these people, and not just the ones infected with it. The streets ahead are mostly cleared, though. I've been keeping tabs on it for a couple of days. There's an exit up ahead even though the subway entrance is blocked." Tracie's attention turned on the others in the group, she was tired of thinking about the city, and any respite was valuable to her. Unfortuanely, all she found was more reminders of the horrors of the city. 

Warren nodded as he pulled the mask on, breathing in the filtered air and walking over to Red once he was satisfied, staring down at the body through the tent. Howard closely followed, sensors on the lookout for anything that moved. "Damn. Poor bastard, you think he was a hobo? Judging by his rot, he probably died quick. Within' a day of it starting. Lucky bastard." Warren nudged the dead man with his boot. "You think we should take a skin sample or wait for someone a little less... oozing?"

Tracie watched the body from behind the young man's frame. "I doubt you'll be able to get anything out of a sample that command doesn't already know. Might as well leave it, kid." She walked ahead, rifle held confidently in her grasp. "Let's get out of these fucking tunnels. Exit's up ahead." she said to the group as she approached the platform edge. 

"Good idea. Couldn't have said anything wiser, ma'am," Warren said, in a rather sarcastic tone.