Frost stood upon the former Food Emporium on the corner on 3rd Avenue and 31st east, It was the tallest building for a while and could see relatively far for New York. He took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled through his mouth, a large cloud a steam left his mouth and slowly filtered into the air. Frost began to scan the horizon for anything interesting, watching the bridges, the roads and any way to get in or out of this city.
After a long look Frost saw nothing of real interest, a few civilians keeping out of dodge but besides that there was nothing, he picked up his large ruck sack and mounted on his back; walking towards the door he ticked off another sector in his head. As Frost opened the lime green door to the stairwell he received a message, "Division agents, meet at the Grand Central Terminal for a meeting. Repeat, meet at the Grand Central Terminal for a meeting. You may not come, if you don't want to." Frost stopped for a second and opened up his holographic map.
"Fuckers" he exclaimed with his thick Scottish accent, grand central station was so close but yet it was out of his way. He closed the holographic map and called in on the radio, "Agent frost reporting, eta 20 minutes to Grand centeral".
Frost sighed as he began to walk down the stairs, all he wanted was to complete his reconnaissance and to set up sniper dens for survivability. Eventually he made it to the bottom floor of the food emporium, before opening the door he prepared his rifle, slowly opening the door scanning the surroundings he began his journey to Grand Centeral.