The sun's just starting to peek over the horizon when Hector wakes them up. They're out on the road towards D.C. not long after that, in a standard patrol formation. The road isn't terribly preserved, if you consider what it's been through - but it's still not something you'd want to drive over.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't itching to head in the direction of last night's firefight. But as they say, curiosity killed the cat - best not to stick his nose into it unless the opportunity presents itself.


-speaking of, there's a familiar figure just up the road.

"Omar? That you?"