Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-31150736-20190417121607

Waycrest, even with his gene-enhancements and power armour, struggled to fight his way forward past the rushing snow and keep his grip on the box and its contents. Each step was long and hard fought, his vision almost completely blind outside a few meters.

As he continued to make his way to the city and regroup with the team, he heard a patchy signal coming in over the vox-channel. Realizing it was the Interrogator, Waycrest made to contact him, saying "Interrogator-Martin, your signal is recieved on my end, albeit it is patchy. I am currentl enroute to the City and will attempt to regroup with the others. Will re-establish contact when i am done, out."

As he finished saying this, Waycrest mag-locked the box to his side, making sure it was properly sealed before pulling out his Combi-Melta and continuing his advance, paying careful attention to his sensors to keep on the lookout for any dangers.