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Name: Major. Derek Pierce
Location: Lakeside
"Move your fucking arse, we don't got all day!" One of the soldiers yelled to his colleague that had his head popped out the front of the small Armored Personnel Carrier, or APC for short. The soldier doing the yelling walking up front, onto the road ahead of them, as the rest of the soldiers, of British origin waved on the three large, Army trucks behind. They'd stolen an abandoned civilian ferry in-order to transport some of their equipment from one side of the lake to the other. As they were in the middle of setting up a very temporary Forward Operations Base, in-order to rescue civilians from the town they were currently entering, to take the civilians they found back to their main base, which had been named Fort Collins two years ago, at the start
of the outbreak. The convoy began slowly moving off of the ferry, led by the soldier at the front. Their destination was going to be somewhere on the outskirts, where less people went, to avoid as much danger as possible. "Alright, everyone load up, we're moving!" The soldier at the front yelled out again, as the rest of the Army Platoon nodded, slinging their assault rifles over their shoulders and hopping onto the backs of the trucks, a few getting into the back of the APC, that was at the front of the convoy.
Meanwhile Major Pierce sat in the passenger's seat of one of the large, transport trucks, a Corporal being the driver as the convoy started up and began moving, they were searching for supplies as well as people to add to their already hundreds strong camp, main mission being to restart civilization as best they could. And so far they were doing an alright job, being highly trained, heavily armed and strong in numbers worked to that advantage. Major Pierce, also known more casually as Derek (although he never was given his rank) Grabbed his radio and spoke into it. />"Sgt. Morgan, what's our ETA?"</ He asked, the reply being. />"Hard to say, depends on if we get held up anywhere, but I'd say around 10-20 minutes, sir."</ Derek nodded at his driver with this as the convoy moved off of the ferry, and onto the road. Saying into his radio again. "/>Alright Sargent, thank you. Tell the men to be on high alert, remember, we haven't cleared this area yet."</
Location: Lakeside
"Move your fucking arse, we don't got all day!" One of the soldiers yelled to his colleague that had his head popped out the front of the small Armored Personnel Carrier, or APC for short. The soldier doing the yelling walking up front, onto the road ahead of them, as the rest of the soldiers, of British origin waved on the three large, Army trucks behind. They'd stolen an abandoned civilian ferry in-order to transport some of their equipment from one side of the lake to the other. As they were in the middle of setting up a very temporary Forward Operations Base, in-order to rescue civilians from the town they were currently entering, to take the civilians they found back to their main base, which had been named Fort Collins two years ago, at the start
of the outbreak. The convoy began slowly moving off of the ferry, led by the soldier at the front. Their destination was going to be somewhere on the outskirts, where less people went, to avoid as much danger as possible. "Alright, everyone load up, we're moving!" The soldier at the front yelled out again, as the rest of the Army Platoon nodded, slinging their assault rifles over their shoulders and hopping onto the backs of the trucks, a few getting into the back of the APC, that was at the front of the convoy.Meanwhile Major Pierce sat in the passenger's seat of one of the large, transport trucks, a Corporal being the driver as the convoy started up and began moving, they were searching for supplies as well as people to add to their already hundreds strong camp, main mission being to restart civilization as best they could. And so far they were doing an alright job, being highly trained, heavily armed and strong in numbers worked to that advantage. Major Pierce, also known more casually as Derek (although he never was given his rank) Grabbed his radio and spoke into it. />"Sgt. Morgan, what's our ETA?"</ He asked, the reply being. />"Hard to say, depends on if we get held up anywhere, but I'd say around 10-20 minutes, sir."</ Derek nodded at his driver with this as the convoy moved off of the ferry, and onto the road. Saying into his radio again. "/>Alright Sargent, thank you. Tell the men to be on high alert, remember, we haven't cleared this area yet."</
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