Arke linked up with several crews of soldiers and engineers from there, fortifying positions and aiding with the cleanup. The chaos had given way to either anger, dread, or a sort of hollow melancholy, depending on who one talked to. Eventually he found himself as the designated marksman in a division composed of the remnants of the outpost teams, and was soon given a ghillie suit and put on a hill on the outskirts of the secured area, mostly watching over the patrols and supply convoys moving between the new outposts.