Knight radio went off on his belt<br/><br/>"...call signs and civilian survivors. This is Sierra-India-Tango-One-Alpha. We are carrying...Panacea...Pier One, South East end, Brooklyn Bridge...1600 hours today. ...come in...friendly call signs..."<br/><br/>He had a clear view of the pier from his roof top. Some zombies there but not more than he could handle possibly from his roof top. He didnt want to take a chance of alerting more zombies then he wanted to to his position so he decided to climb off the roof with his zip line and land on the roof of the hummer. He quickly climbed in and drove back to his safe house. He needed mroe adrenaline and he needed it soon.<br/><br/>He figured the safehouse would be overrun by the time he got there and his suspicions were confirmed. He got on the roof of his huimmer and jumped grabbing the overhang on the safehouse pulling himself up and clinbing to the roof. No infected had made it to the roof yet so he opened the door and followed the stair well down into the safehouse. He ran and jumped onto the crate holding the adrenaline and speed he needed.<br/><br/>He broke the top off romoving several bottles of speed and about 8 cases of adrenaline needles all full. He jumped from the crates and took off for the hummer barely beating the infected their and jumping in. He started it and drove back towards the pier. His call sign would be a bullet in anyones head who tryed to stop him.<br/><br/>A chance that panacea could exist meant hope... something he hadnt felt in a long time. He pulled up a little bit away from the pier and took to a sniping position waiting to see exactly how many he would be up against if he had to resort to a firefight.