"Well, this is our first 'waypoint'... Date: April 7th, 2044. Weather: No snow, but damn freezing. Location: Uh.. to be honest I have no idea, but on my finely drawn map this is a port village that my father used. It's surprisingly intact, a little rotten looking, but that's just the surface these days." Viktor began to speak, having scouted ahead of the others so he could get a good look at the target. He was speaking into a mobile recorder. "From initial recon, ...no, there doesn't seem to be anything moving down there. Dad secured a boat in a cabin there and a lot of fuel. Who knows if it's still there, or even operational? And if the thing is fucking irradiated we might as well just off ourselves right now and save us all the vomiting and pain. To get to France, we've got no other choice than to sail. I really hope there aren't mutant sharks in the Channel... I'll report back when.. well, IF we reach waypoint two, a small fishing village in Normandy."
With that first report out of the way, Viktor crawled backwards and stood back up when he was out of sight of that village. Had to be careful in case there really was someone down there. "Nathan," Vik said as he approached the others, "Looks clear. Mind: looks. We better be cautious when we move in just in case."
Johnathan pulled himself up and clicked the safety off his G36, just in case things went south. He loved going in to danger head on... But right now he just wanted to move, get the blood flowing so that he wasn't freezing.
"C'mon, Sammy." The elder of the Kerry sisters said as she stopped blowing warm air into her hands, and instead rested them on her rifle. She remained crouched though, as she was usually the one who stayed behind to cover everyone else, while her beloved sister would remain with her for safety until the fighting ended.
With that first report out of the way, Viktor crawled backwards and stood back up when he was out of sight of that village. Had to be careful in case there really was someone down there. "Nathan," Vik said as he approached the others, "Looks clear. Mind: looks. We better be cautious when we move in just in case."
Johnathan pulled himself up and clicked the safety off his G36, just in case things went south. He loved going in to danger head on... But right now he just wanted to move, get the blood flowing so that he wasn't freezing.
"C'mon, Sammy." The elder of the Kerry sisters said as she stopped blowing warm air into her hands, and instead rested them on her rifle. She remained crouched though, as she was usually the one who stayed behind to cover everyone else, while her beloved sister would remain with her for safety until the fighting ended.