[i]Camp Hollister[/u]
Jericho peered up at a tattered, slightly weathered strategic map infront of him. His arms were crossed as he thought over what they knew and what they needed: two guys outside the fence on their patrol, their supplies were decent, and they only had a pickup truck and a broke down military vehicle in their assets. It was good, but the master sergeant felt the need to retrieve supplies by scavenging and trading with a nearby settlement. "Looks like we're going to the city..." He muttered under his mask, turning away from the map and heading out of his tent.
Outside there were only five others moving about the camp, getting their business done and finding something to occupy themselves. The sergeant stepped out to look over all the empty tents, tents that used to hold familiar faces who were no longer with the group of soldiers. The master sergeant paused for a minute until he spoke out to the camp, resting a hand on the stock of his rifle. "Striker, Saint I need you l need you guys to help me out with a scavenging run!"
Two of the masked individuals looked over at Jericho upon hearing the two callsigns announced, walking over to him with their weapons by their side. "We going to search then trade again?"
"Looks like it.. That truck should have enough in it for a couple more runs... Its going to be tedious walking the whole way then."
((I'll post my other character later))