Rezilin nodded at the radio and spoke into it as another voice appeared.  Then another.<br/>"Holy crap... looks liek we've got more survivors.  Rally at the flare.  I say again rally at the green flare above the gas station..."  He put the radio down and went about retrieving his gear.  His M14 was slung over his back, a full clip was already in the magazine.  His FN was already in his paws.  He walked over to the railing outside of the tower.  It was covered in bushes and vines, as well as some camo netting.  He lifted his wrist and fired the grapple gun into the top of the tower.  There was a silent 'thunk' and it slowly started to tighten as Rezilin threw his camo netting over himself.<br/><br/>He looked over the edge, and then leaped over it. His grapple gun whined as it rapidly lowered him to the ground, and he his feet gently landed on it.  He immediately disconnected the main line and watched it lash back into its port.<br/><br/>Immediately satisfied with his current situation, he began slowly crawling through the grass.  He slowly and silently made his towards the flare, occasionally standing up to run across a street or alleyway.  He'd made it about half way without being detected.