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The snowy blizzard blew violently through the dead forest. The wooling as it brushed past the tree sounded like the sprits of the past tormented by atomic fire. But past these horrific sounds was something far worse. The fine crunching sound of heavily armoured boots wading through the snow. 

Forty-Seven troops, all wearing identical uniforms with an E surrounded by starts stitched in, adapted for winter operations and able to live up to the standards of the Canadian Wastes. Heavy respirator breathing filled the air as the troops continued marching on. Their weapons ready to fire upon anything that moved. Leading them – Colonel Davis, he however was not wearing the matching uniform, instead he wore Advance Power Armour of unknown origin.

“Move it! We’re almost at the site!” He beckoned as he turned to face his troops who were clearly exhausted from miles of hiking without rest. An officer ran up Davis, holding some form of PDA in his hand.
“Sir, at this rate we may miss this passing off the satellite.” He said, his hands shaking from the sheer weather. Davis gave a low sigh.
“We best keep moving then!”