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Asmodeus yawned and rubbed her eyes, sitting up from her sleeping bag. The swelling in her wounds had gone down a considerable amount. And by the looks of it, it would heal completely in a few hours. She blinked wearily at their whereabouts and breathed in the smell of elm and pine. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. Good thing she called her aunt beforehand. She didn't tell her where she was going, just that she was going. She didn't seem to mind that much. She puffed out a breath and rubbed her arms. They were closing in on Canada, and it was so cold.....

((Nicolas, the guy that pulled the sawed-off shotguns and yelled, "death before submission, death before coded" and started blasting.. I thought that was his most memorable quote..^^))

Nicolas lay hunched up against the trunk of a tree, his hand purposefully inside the duffel bag on his lap wrapped around a .45. He had survived long enough without those Nazies putting their dirty ink on him and he wasn't about to stop whatever habits he had that kept him Nazi ink free.. They were close, but not close enough for him to start sleeping without a gun in his hand... he probably would never sleep without a gun for the rest of his life..

Nicolas opened his eyes and looked about, checking his surrounds before climbing out of the sleeping bag. He rolled it up tight and tightened the leather belt he had around it. He put the duffel bag's hand loops over his shoulder after pulling out a Winchester, the barrel cut off so the rifle could just fit in the bag, he sacrificed a good amount of range, but he was still a good shot with the modified gun. He stuck the .45 ACP in his belt and walked over to the rest of the group pulling the jacket tighter around his shoulders.

"You guy's ready for the final stretch?"

Jagger slept in a very large sleeping bag held for two people. He opened his eyes rubbing them. His sisters soft snoring was beside him letting him know she was still asleep. He stretched his arms and quietly got out of the bag. Off to his left Nikki was moving and getting out at the same time. She looked over at him her dyed pink hair fading and a mess all around her laying on her shoulders. They both got up and stretched the legs. Jagger let Winter still sleep. " So what do we do now" He asked that seemed to be the question for him everyday.

Asmodeus hugged her knees to her chest tightly. She missed life before the BCT era. When everyone had actually been equal....When the BCT hadn't existed. "Yoo Bin.....Chin.....Jase....." She murmured sadly and felt a tear run down her face. She wiped it away quickly but more just kept on coming. "Guys....I miss you so much...." She said quietly, placing a hand on her mouth to muffle her sniffles. She shook off the feeling and got up, stretching and subtly wiping her face. "I think there might be a town a couple of miles from here....Do you think we should risk going there for food...?"

L.j. jumped down from the tree and landed next to Vallie. "Hey boss..." After the shooting at their old base, his wounds didn't even show. He was surprised by this, but didn't think much of it. Even though most things about L.J. had changed, there was one thing that stayed the same... and the one thing he wouldn't admit. L.J. like Rave to much for his own good. He was amazingly good at not letting it show, and at keeping a distance between them.

Jagger leaned next to a tree and lit a cig. As Nikki rolled up her sleeping back she turn to Jagger " Isn't that a fire hazard" Wires looked up his eyebrows and eye's wide. " What" He said pulling out earphones. Nikki shrugged in disgust then turned away. Winter moved in her sleeping bag then awoke with a yawn, getting out and brushing dirt off her clothes she had been wearing for the past three days. " Good morning" She said cheerfully to everyone. A small smile pulled at Jagger's lips " Don't you think it's to early for that", but Winter never answered.

Valentine opened up her bag. "I have several packets of astronaut food. A couple water bottles, a small box of batman bandaids, cash for canada, a few fake tattoo temporary tattoos, fake ID, fake mustache, a few changes of clothes, my inhaler for my asma, a gun and bullets, a few throat soothers." She listed off then started up again. "A pocket knife, can opener, a bottle of bear spray, untraceble cell phone, two flash lights and batteries." Her bag was heavy but it didn't bother her. Vallie also had some family pictures and pictures of some other friends.