Best to count your blessings, right?

Voodoo drops back behind the berm he was using as cover, putting the binos away in his ruck as he addresses the group.

"Movement in one of the buildings. Looks industrial. Can't tell for sure if they're armed. Doesn't look like it."

He pulls the bolt on his carbine back halfway to ensure there's a round in the chamber. There is.

"Same deal. I'm on point, Fawkes brings up the rear. We don't get shot at, we might just have a roof to spend the night under."