"Unless you start climbing the snowy parts there is not much slopes in the Entrance I'm afraid. But as long as you push on and cover up for each other I don't think it will be a problem. Well our plan is settled then. I'd say feast like there is no tomorrow, but for now I'll let you have a meal and some sleep. I want you crisp tomorrow, there will be plenty of time for celebration once we achieved victory."<br/><br/>Some would have said party like there is no tomorrow, but aluding to their possible deaths wasn't going to help them sleep. Envisioning victory as a certainty was positive, even in overwhelming odds. Walter never bullshitted his Lances, but he always assured them that they would prevail through sheer willpower and pure refusal to fail. Or at least that was what he was going for. He stood up and brushed off his knees, as he pulled the top of his jumpsuit over his bare chest. He started climbing up his Highlander and stopped just before he got in the cockpit, looking down at the others.<br/><br/>"I think I don't need to remind you. If you are sharing cockpits for heat, at least have the decency to sleep!"<br/><br/>He flashed a grin and jumped down, fiddling with the comms for a while. He hadn't heard anything from Bastion since morning. Perhaps the mountains were blocking them, he didn't want to spook the others just yet. If he got no answer in the morning he would cancel the mission.