Jensen sat on the roof of the building that he, Blondie and Royce were holed up in, keeping a constant eye out for the army, Eldar warhost or any of the group that might approach. He was patient, and his rangefinder never turned off, but even so the long hours were getting to him and he had to struggle to fight off sleep.
Mercer/Ellis was sitting outside the main group's camp, pondering the issue of mutating his virus to a degree that would allow him to create his race of Evolved as he hoped. The city was now totally infected, with brawlers prowling the streets and rooftops at all hours. The military base was holding up so far, but he doubted that would last much longer. If it fell, then the only potential subjects for infection with the Alex Mercer virus would be the group itself. As he thought about this he glanced up at the metal horse wandering closer and watched it with some curiosity.