[b]Gemma[/b]

"Okay then go with Ic... he's gone isn't he?" Twain sighed.

"Yep." Zesiro shrugged.

"Stick with Zes then. Call me if you guys need me. Gemma get your gun!" Twain winked and headed off into the snow followed by the three teammates who had tagged along up the mountain.

Zesiro rolled his eyes. "Great." He hefted his backpack and readjusted his radio receiver. "Let's go." He headed in a general southern direction...