Paqu chuckled softly, "In here should be warmer than the tunnels at any rate." he took off his NBC hood. "Decorpse the building and they should be a bit more comfortable." He went quite as Mae turned on the radio and listened to chatter. "This would have been a gold mine in the old days, working radio, enemy caught with their pants down. Someone from Intel and an OSS Spook would be arriving shortly to go over any papers." He started going over the bodies again, pulling a faux fur lined jacket off a body about his size, putting the slightly blood covered thing on over his NBC gear, "That's better." He scratched the back of his head, "It's...weird. Ever since I stepped out of those tunnels I've been remembering things from the old days. The Snow reminds me of Korea, this building brought me back to Normandy." he shook his head. "I'm starting to see shit that didn't happen too. What if I told you when we were sneaking up on this place I saw you, Eb, and myself with suits of armor, swords and shields, and giant wolves?" There'd be a knock on the door they had came through and Che would call out, "Mae? Ebinoth? Err...other guy? Please tell me you're alive." "Aye, get in here before ya freeze boy."
Che would open and quickly close the door behind him, still holding the gun Jason gave him as if it was going to bite him, he was out of breath and covered in frost, "Jason said that...he had to go home." He stepped over bodies putting the gun down gently and stepping away, "He gave us this, and this." he pulled the disk object out, handing it to Paqu, his eyes glanced down at his jacket and the name tag on the fatigues under it. Paqu would pat Che on the shoulder, "Ya should sit down kid. Look like you've seen a ghost after running a marathon." "Why do you have my mother's old name on your vestments?" He looked down, "What do ya mean? This is my last name. Dutan'valier." Che would quietly repeat his 'prophecy' "A Paladin armored in Cloth, the last of his Order. Lost and Forgotten in a Crusade against Time. Connected to a Prophet not by Faith, but by Blood and Madness. He looked up at Paqu, "Do you know High Scribe Myr'inel?" "My sister was a school teacher. I don't know nothing about this High Scribe business." Paqu was suddenly hugged tight by Che who started sobbing, he looked to Mae, "Er...little help here?"