Once more, as previous days had shown, the sun began to set on the wild terrain of New Mexico. Yet despite the rest of the solar light, the activity within Lucius continued to flourish and disturb the peace that many wanted. Helicopters came in and out, circumnavigating the airspace before disappearing for several hours. Many hours of noise and the echoes of footsteps beating against the cold, hard stone flooring kept many awake. No one was fully sure as to why they were there, but regardless, they were there. Sentry posts were constantly set up and several operations designated by oddly-looking units started to worry some of the soldiers. A contingency of Canadian, American and Mexican troops were mostly stationed there, but when the FOB was seen the house more of the masked figures of the military structure, worry started to slightly spark up. How was it that they were being held there without any information? If it were a routine station, why was there a constant flow of troops, equipment and supplies being directed towards this FOB in particular? Nothing honestly made sense to most, and some just chose to accept it. Very few had the knowledge of what was really going on, nor did they have any idea as to how destructive the next few hours were to be.
Lukas heard the churning of helicopters above once more, as he had been for the past few days. Standing atop of a concrete wall with sentry duty was always quite the chore but it was something he was used to. The night was growing in mass and the flicker of spotlights were now coming into view. It was a sluggish duty that he had to fulfil. Without the tensions of the Middle-Eastern campaigns he was subjected to a few years prior the incentive to stay awake and alerted was minimised to just a fraction of its former self. With the firearm of choice tightly wielded in his hands, Lukas sighed heavily and continued to look out into the quiet underbellies of the night. Above, more and more aircraft seemed to soar over. Something had to be going on; he would constantly muse in intrigue and worry. Drones could be seen flying over at the highest peaks, and if one could escape the constant noise of the FOB, a faint barrage could be heard in the distance. Was it the testing of a new weapon, which was a theory most of the bases personnel had rumoured of, or was it something far more difficult? Was a threat hitting the United States at its core, starting in New Mexico? Some of Lukas' comrades, though far from friends, theorised that a small proxy war between the cartels of Mexico were challenging the might of the NATO forces, but the conclusion was denied and far too unrealistic for the scenario. Something had been going on, yet Lukas just stood there and accepted that he may never know the true intentions for the Royal 22e Régiment. After all, they were Canadians. This wasn't their homeland. It felt strange to even have Canadian troops stationed there, but it seemed that they were the only available assets at the time of this event. Either way, no one was to see any action, as per usual. It was a job for the more specialised units, if there even was a job in the first place.
He thought for a moment to himself. Despite all this confusion, there'd been a slight silver-lining to the story. Lukas, of course, came across Nicole, who'd been stationed a little closer to the curtained truth. She was in as much understanding as he was, but the two had time to talk and discuss their lives over the last few days. It was a massive refresher for Lukas. He was friendless before these days, without the ones who grew up and journeyed with in his campaigns previously. The remainders of the Royal 22e Régiment were just comrades and work colleagues. He'd remained away from creating close allies until Nicole had turned up for the fear of losing them. Yet to his previous endeavours, Lukas could not explain why he chose to talk to Nicole so frivolously. Either way, she was starting to become someone he could trust, though there wasn't much need for trust in these parts, not yet at least. The world continued to remain an enigma, and here he stood, waiting and listening out for the storm that he didn't know was coming.