You, Tracie, Tom, Scot and Jared all pack on layers of clothes and camoflague. Ammo, and weapons are passed around, with you taking one of the leftover sub machine guns with a silencer, two grenades, a pistol, and the Electrostick you created the other day.
The night is almost unbearably cold. Your breath billows out in front of you as Tracie leads the way through the snow, leaving wide foot prints. Haven's larger moon hangs in the air, massive and lighting your way, bouncing light off the snow.
Tracie sets a grueling pace. You've already gone two miles when you spot the Ship lift out of the clearing. It's almost another mile before Tracie waves you to the ground. You hit the snow and instantly you're buried. The rest of your group do likewise.
Up ahead is a Council patrol, probably sent to investigate the ship. At the lead is a Council light walker, the pilot on top surveying everything around him. Behind the walker is a ragged line of 6 Council Orderlies, all of them shivering and only lightly geared.