[color=f26522][h3]Gregory Irving[/h3][hr][hr][/color] 
Sitting cross legged atop the roof, Gregory looked up from the phone in hand as another voice transmitted through it. Seemed like the situation to the south had been dealt with if the fading golden pillar was any sign to go off of, but frankly he had no idea what was actually happening anymore. Guess that was sort of inevitable when he isolated himself like this. Drumming his fingers against the rooftop, he let a few more moments of silence pass before he stood and watched as the loaded APC began to move again. Turning around a few times, he looked over what remained of the town from his vantage point and figured it’d probably be best to be back when USARLIN decided to pull out.
 
Dusting himself off as he stepped out of the fairly untouched building, Gregory took a few moments to study the streaks of blood he walked past as he headed east back the way he had originally came. If the transmissions were anything to go by, things had gotten pretty messy with the others. Probably worse than just looking at the aftermath of what had happened to the town before they arrived. For a moment he wished he had his notebook on hand, but the thought disappeared with a frown. His pace was measured despite the apparent all-clear the map displayed, and he glanced about at the relative calm that seemed to have settled for the moment. Not like there was anyone calling on him to hurry his ass anyways.