Kerensky pushes himself to his feet and tucks away his pistol. That went well. They handled the minor setbacks calmly. How they work against zombies, of course, remains to be seen. Still, as good as soldiers as I'll find. With a grim smile, he shakes his head. Far better than me, at any rate.
He jogs over to Munroe and nods. "Sergeant," he says, brushing the snow off his jacket, "If I may. I recommend we hide the bodies, and set up demolitions around our target and the radio tower."
Shielding his eyes from the sun, he scans the horizon warily. "Of course, further recon of the remaining area might also be required. You never know..."