Before Riley could say anything, a noise hit Zeke's ears. With acute interest, he jumped to his feet and immediately made a bee-line for the noise. It was one he was all too familiar with -- the sound of a gun.

Uncanny speed thanks to his tank suit allowed him to push faster than he probably should have. Those were the perks of hydraulics in the legs. Sure, his running was clunky and ugly, but his steps were something to avoid, especially if enemies were nearby. Each step cracked the sand below and each step sent out miniature pulse-waves that toppled whatever stood in his way.

Sloppily cutting through the brush, he landed in an area beside a fellow soldier, Ryan. "Was that you who fired shots, doc?" The pistol in his hand was a dead giveaway. "What did you see? Were they people?" He looked behind the soldier and realized nothing pursued him. "Well, whatever it is, it should be dead if you emptied your entire chamber into it."

A firm pat landed on Ryan's shoulder. "It's good to have you. Riley and I landed on the beach. We should probably wander about to look for others. I'm sure Walker and Chauhan are looking for us. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting too long."