“Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.” -Bertrand Russell. ((OOC here.)) Above the heads of the force proceeding toward the city ruins of Chicago, the overcast skies promised nothing but a light rainfall, that never seemed to come. The dry, largely overgrown highway that served as the path to the city ruins was driven over by several tanks, the occasional helicopter flying overhead and keeping watch on the flanks for an ambush. Most of the infantry opted to ride on the tanks, making travel toward the city faster and easier. The convoy of forces was not the entirety of the forces that The Old Guard and The Coalition had to offer, but it was a sizable portion. Enough so that Marie Black, head of TOG security and military operations, could be found in the Artillery section. She was ready to lead everyone herself if necessary to ensure that this task would be completed properly. In the middle of the convoy was the largest of the three sections, the Body section. Here could be found Squad 2, and its three tanks, one helicopter, and several infantry. At the front of the trio of tanks was Carolyn's tank, a heavy vehicle that seemed the slowest of the three: The Squad Leader. Riding atop her tank, Morai sat leisurely with a lit cigarette, and Jenive stood, staring out toward the skyline. Jenive carried her helmet underneath her arm, though the rest of her protective suit was on. “What are you bothering to stare out there for?” Morai asked bluntly, before inhaling more smoke. Jenive gives him a momentary scowl, and replies, equally bluntly. “Looking for the skyline. You know millions of people used to live there, in those huge buildings, right?” Morai scoffs and flicks his cigarette away. “Used to. Long time ago. Not relevant now.” He had a thick accent, which gave away his foreign ancestry. A few minutes pass, and the skyline of the city comes into view... Rather, the fog that obscured it all did. Jenive stares out at it in awe, as Morai finally stands up atop the tank to get a look for himself. “Zàicì? (Again?)” Jenive puts on her helmet, and starts double checking her equipment. They were only a few minutes away from reaching the city, and with it, certain danger. The fog did not seem to move, or even react, to the wind that blew past them all. It simply stayed in its location, stubbornly refusing to budge. Squad 2's wrist communicators light up, as their ear pieces come to life. Carolyn's voice rings through, as she begins issuing orders to prepare for the coming fight. “All members of Squad 2 issued TC gas masks, put them on now. Before you ask, I don't know why they're ordering this for a fog, but then, TC never tells anyone the whole story, so you might want to just play along for now. Once you put on your gas mask, report in using your communicators. I need to make sure you're all on the right channel. If anyone fails to put on their gas mask, remind them to switch their communicator channel to Squad 2's channel, it should be programmed into their communicator.” A moment of silence follows, as Jenive taps her helmet and starts speaking, with a hint of excitement in her voice. “Jenive Rousseau, reporting in. Don't need the gas mask, my helmet will filter the air as is.” Morai finishes putting on his gas mask, and then taps the wrist communicator. “Morai Lee, reporting in... Speaking bluntly, I do not like this. Something uneasy is in the air.” Jenive laughs into her communicator. “Uneasy? It's the raiders all collectively feeling terrified of us, surely! You're superstitious, Morai.” Morai shakes his head, not replying, as he looks around at the rest of Squad 2, likely evaluating each of their responses.