Scene: Captain Andrew is stumbling across the tundra in his coat. He is carrying a backpack. The wind rips across the grass and looks unbelievably cold but is thirsty. He takes out a cantine and pours the last of it in his mouth. He tries his radio but gets nothing but static.
Scene: Captain Andrew continues moving across the Tundra. The sun has advanced in the sky and the wind died down. Now it is getting unbearably hot and he is sweating.
Andrew: God Damn it mother nature! Make up your mind!
He takes out the radio and listens. Weird clicks and alien howls move in the bioground as he hears bioroid transmissions and dives to the ground, looking around in fear.
Scene: More time passes. He is crawling at this point. The sun is setting and the wind has already started up again. Frost is starting to collect and as he looks around he sees no sign of shelter. He checks the radio.
Commander Ogone (From the Radio): Responding to the Order 37. Over. We have a lock on the pilot and the cargo.
Scene: Andrew gets a lock on the tank with his radio and is pleased. He finds the energy to get up and slowly run toward the Tank.
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