SEBASTIAN RUTHERFORD The early signs of winter were showing all around him. The treeline above him was thinner and the forest ground underneath him had become colorful with fallen autumnal leaves. Sebastian stared at his hand as he walked, the sounds of brittle branches cracking underneath his boots. It had never been proven if seasons and magic were related to each other, but Sebastian knew that his powers felt different in the winter. They felt stronger. Which was a good thing in his mind. The Resistance had been struggling the worse they ever had as of late. Out of the original ten strongholds they held, only five remained. The last stronghold they lost was a few months ago, down in Georgia. He had realized that trying to defend that base was a suicide mission for their already diminutive forces. They had no other choice but to call the retreat. The journey north had been rough for what remained of the southern Resistance and it's been a long time since he's heard any good news. In fact, it seemed like the longer time passed the stronger the templars became. Needless to say he was troubled. Sebastian eventually came to a hill and quietly climbed it. Waiting at the top, he found a woman resting against her motorcycle. Her hair was jet black, cut short and tousled and her arms were tautly crossed underneath her chest. When she turned towards him he was met with a pair of amber eyes. Leona. "Took you long enough. Are you always this late to these things?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing into a glare he's grown used to seeing. His lips curved into a sly grin in response as he rose his hands in defense. "I'm never late - you're just early." He replied with a wink. Sliding a pack of cigarettes out from his jacket as he approached her, he glanced down the other side of the hill at the long lone highway cutting straight through the mountains. His eyes turned back to meet Leona's. "Nyx radioed me earlier though. She went ahead and got into position." "Light my cigarette for me?" he asked. At first the woman rolled her eyes at the request but she lifted one index finger as she turned to look away. At the tip of her finger, a small fire manifested from thin air and Sebastian leaned over and lit it. Afterwards he stood straight and turned his eyes back on the road. "So is blowing these armored convoys to hell not an option...or?" Leona asked as she joined him looking down at the road. He laughed softly, shifting weight to one of his legs as he crossed his arms whilst offering her a look. "The first one, maybe. But try not to catch the last two in the cross fire alright? My source say that the last two convoys have important, highly flammable valuables." Leona turned to him and glared once more but he kept his attention on the road. "They should be coming soon, we'd best get into position." "Well your source better be right. Either way we're keeping score on who kills the most templars and loser buys drinks." Leona declared confidently as she turned to walk back towards her motorcycle. "Hope you got enough money to get me something good, Seb." Sebastian chuckled as he watched over his shoulder Leona, slipping on her helmet and driving off into the woods. Good thing she was still in good spirits he thought. Tying a handkerchief over his mouth, he turned and headed down as well. The good news the Resistance was waiting for needed to be in one of those convoys, or else they might not even make it through winter regardless of spirits.