A few minutes down the road there was a dull roar from behind him and the abandoned base was engulfed in a bright flash of light. He smiled to himself, work well done as usual, soon he would reach his destination and from there he would work towards trying to link up with some kind of group. Traveling alone lost its charm a long time ago and he was not putting up with it for much longer.<br/><br/>He glanced at the fuel gauge, which seemed to be dropping way to quickly, he had even noticed it had dropped while he was out of the jeep. He assumed it was a leak, but he would still make it far enough to find a substitute or at least somewhere to hole up and make repairs. Cole knew there was at least two cans of fuel in the back seats.<br/><br/>He became aware of a strange sound, after a few moments he realized the radio had been on the whole time, he must have not noticed the quiet static. Though know there were faint voices coming through the static,<i>A broadcast? How and who would be sending out a radio broadcast.</i>Due to the jeep being worn down by its previous owner the radio was failing, but before it gave out, he made out one thing...D.C.<br/><br/><br/>He know had a definite destination, and up ahead he saw an old truck stop, there would be maps there and everything he needed to make his repairs. Cole pulled the jeep in around the back and shut off the engine. Time to get back to work.