Gonzo could barely hear over the howling wind and horrible knocking of hail flying into his helmet's visor, great scratches beginning to line it. And even then, Render had began to transform into static, the transmissions sent through VISR compromised by the severity of the storm. The cigarette he had held between his fingers covered in insulated rubber that left a light smoke trail behind him had almost been torn from the tight grip of his fingers. And with that, Gonzo began to barely be able to see anything but white, only feeling part of his boot suspended in air, lurching above a cliff edge. He struggled to regain balance but had fell... Only to land two feet from the ground, covered in snow, a red tattered banner in the wind above him and a small overhang nearby. Further in the distance, Gonzo could see bright lights shining from the stark white storm and blackened walls. He crawled to the underhand, regaining posture and prying sleet from his helmet. The static had only worsened, now only a faint buzzing coming from Bender's part. Gonzo sighed, white frost blowing from his mouth, and took the rocket launcher from his back. He stepped from the overhang and faced in the direction of the Pelican, the storm billowing behind him, feeling the weight of the M41 in his hands before pulling the trigger. An explosive launched from the chamber and propelled through the storm and upwards, after a certain point exploding from air pressure. Gonzo raised a hand over his head to protect from the falling debris, a slight grin crossing his face. Hopefully that had been a beacon to Bender and Smith to beckon them forward.