@Poludnica Jason peered around the corner, his helmet pressing along the ruined wall as he tried to look out to the horizon to see what position his platoon stood in regards to friendly lines, which laid 15 miles eastward, and past Visoran scattercannon patrols. Today was the dawn of the 3rd day, a new day of being deep in the heart of danger and a new day where they could lose any man at any waking moment. The company had originally set off with 110 men, including a dozen striders but circumstances destroyed them in their latest attempt to push into the city. Lt. Jason Maxis didn't know where the rest of his men were, he only managed to get a retreat with the dozen he had, and a single strider that wasn't shot out by the scattercannons. It seemed every time, they imagined they could get an advantage on the Visorans, they used something new or adapting too inhumanly quick it made all their efforts pointless. Maxis sighed, he couldn't see anything within the ruined city skylines beyond the occasional minor blue hues associated with Visoran technology. He pulled back and brought up his HUD map, trying to form a new path that'd keep them hidden from the sunlight if they pushed forward. "Sir, everyones prepped" Srgt. Myles said. Myles was much older and experienced than Maxis, Maxis himself never planned to take on a combat field but the invasion changed that, where officers were needed, officers were sent. Maxis did his best to keep from forcing Myles and his men from suffering too much from the orders he gave but at times he wondered how badly they really were doing together. "Good Sargeant... we're heading downstairs then we're going to hit the metro down on 7th street, that'll take us downtown at least." Maxis didn't turn to face everyone, focusing on his map, he didn't really have anything to say right now, just as much as any of them, he'd like to be back to safety ....a warm meal, a warm bed.... but right now it was just a dream that they might even see it if things kept up the way they had been. Kicking a few loose debris, Maxis sighed as he took a dose of caffeine, his tiredness was costing him his focus, but the more he tried to keep himself moving, the less he felt he'd make the right choices... the sooner they made it back, the sooner they wouldn't be his responsibility which would be all he could ask for since he hated this. "Colonel, we're hitting the 7th street metro and taking that back to the northeast side, we'll attempt to rendezvous with Jackson's platoon.", "Roger that Maxis, good luck" "Alright, lets GO.", The lieutenant hefted up his rifle and called out to the men, signaling everyone to head downstairs where Warrant Officer Thompson had the strider waiting for them to begin moving out. With any luck, they could make it to the metro without being spotted by any Visoran patrols. If there was anything he was thankful for, was that the Visorans as a race were notoriously claustrophobic.