"[i][color=00a651]A cardboard box huh? Guess you can call me a legend on the battlefield now.[/color][/i]"

With a wry smile, Teller casually folded the box and put it in his rucksack. It wouldn't be close at hand for emergency response, but oh well. Not like it'd do him much good if they already knew where he was anyway. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XVBOCVBniI&list=PL609A7524C18BB4B2]A sad lament of a song came out on Teller's system[/url] as he began his slow march deeper into the city towards nowhere in particular. Before long, however, his stomach rumbled its anger at having been neglected for the last while. With a sigh, Teller tucked into a back alley and grabbed a can of food out along with his matches, and then began foraging around for things to use to light a non-toxic fire over which to heat the canned food. Teller found this in the form of a nearby home's furniture, hacked apart with his hatchet and used as fire wood. It was signposting his position, to be sure, but he needed breakfast so there was nothing to be done.

After a minute of cooking the can's contents, some form of veggie he didn't recognize, he allowed it to cool before beginning the process of eating, looting utensils from the same house whose couch had cooked his breakfast. Of course, cutlery was a luxury, but no reason to deny it to himself for the moment. That in mind, a few spoons, knives and forks went into his back, bundled together with a piece of string. After eating what passed for his breakfast ("[i][color=00a651]Not as bad as some MREs I've eaten.[/color][/i]"), Teller picked up his rifle and continued on his way, deeper into the city. Once again, he was struck by how profoundly empty it was, though now the occasional distant sound of fighting reached his ears. A familiar sound to the grizzled trooper, he kept his march going for well over an hour, but before long a thought occurred to him. A district, clearly different from the residential district he had been wandering through, now stretched out before him. Picking a three story structure, Teller began humming a gleeful tune as he cleared the structure's first floor. There, he copped a squat to begin preparing his gear, saying loudly, and even keying his COM to an open frequency, "[color=00a651]Hey Oren, give me a link to whoever is my enemy of the day eh? Gotta trash talk my opponent, y'know."[/color]"
Meanwhile, in his mind, a plan was already taking shape to kill whoever came at him, from that mech pilot, to the woman who seemed to wear a main battle tank to the towering ogre, this oughta get any of em.