[Darkling]

ooc - thanks makes it little easier to place myself without being to vague.

Finding little of use on the bodies the wind starting to whip itself up again, feeling the chill bite straight to his very bones. Barly being able to see much in front of himself with the lack of infrared googles, pulling the hood of the cold weather coat over his head a little more.

Deciding its best to get out of the cold rather than freeze to death, there being little that could be done to repair the relay. All that remianed was to find out what was going on, trudging his way through the layer of snow to round the corner. Coming upon the door to enter the barracks, first quickly giving his rifle one final check, hoping the cold had not effected the firing mechanism to badly.

Opening in the door from the side oppersite its hindges, pressing against the wall as the was forced open as the wind pushed against its heavy mass. Gripping the now cold pulse rifle closely, Lewis swinging his body around. Looking into the depths of the doors entrance way moving the rifle in a similair sweeping pattern from before as he enters, his body starting to shake down to its core from the severe chill taking hold.