It was that unsettling silence that could cause panic in the faintest of hearts, the fear of the emptiness that awaited the group beyond the van, all the driver could see was fog, thick, endless white fog, beyond that was nothing more than out lined images of buildings, cars and fallen trees. However there were faint lights glimmering in distances, as the van drove closer it could be seen by those in the front seat to be fires, set a light by those whom inhabit these areas, or at least used to.<br/><br/>It was clear the city of EastNighton were strict with the rules of lower class, working class and upper class, this could be seen by the set change of homes and how they slowly began to show the physique of exquisite artistry by the columns of pillars and statues in the front lawns. The target area was approaching and soon the group would be at the town hall.<br/><br/>The driver was a gruff old man, like an uncle that sat down watching television all day and would only go out to gather more beers, but the defined look and tones muscles shown by his military uniform and the cigar that gun out of his mouth said otherwise, "Okay ladies and gents we are approaching the area, expected time six minutes then you're on your own" his tone was dull but still held that strength to let out his words, Richard who sat at the front merely gave a nod, his uniform in check, side arm and knife in the correct locations as well as assault rifle well held within the confines of his grip.<br/><br/>His facial expression was that of status for his rank, Major, he was known as a countable for destroying his foes swiftly, effectively and ruthlessly however it got the job done and no one argued against his methods no matter how much chaos it brought up within the ranks of the English military, the thought however of aiding America never crossed his mind, at all, in fact if he were to be so superfluous to say it he would deny all future claim to ever help them, and yet here he is.<br/><br/>His youthful face was misleading to his real age and as such was treated by his officers as a mere recruit until they heard his name and station. A glare outside the window, shadows formed behind walls, the tricks of the city were showing themselves and yet all there was, was silence outside, the murmuring inside the van however was the only life that could be identified and that was because there were three fully grown adults, armed to the teeth and most probably passing along stories of how they got into this mess and why the Hell an Englishman was to be leading them in the first place.