"Hey!" calls a human voice from not far away. "Who are you guys? What's going on?"

The speaker is a dark-skinned man in his late thirties or early forties, dressed in scavenged body armor and dark blue winter clothing. He's got an orange circled lambda on a band around his upper left arm and a shotgun at the ready.

"Sure hope you guys're here for the cleanup mission. We can't spare anyone from the house-to-house fighting."