Barren and abandoned, Vegas was now empty of any civilian and constantly being combed by military patrols.
At this stage news crews were allowed to come without the worry fo a stray bullet or rogue claw, but what was there to say? The entire time the Lycans occupied the city the world was watching nevertheless.
Antoine was busy cleaning up the tent they used and beat his forehead with a backhand, he didn't spend as much time here as Cunningham but considering what happened, he couldn't imagine the stress Cunningham had to have gone through.
"Larson stand by" the radio called one side and he answered.
"I'm listening"
"This is Delta one Charley Osprey returning to camp, the target has escaped and we need to scramble a pursuit"
He paced out the tent and scanned the surroundings "Vegas is being cleared out, all military aircraft has withdrawn"
