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Cam stood dumbfounded as Yang swiped through the images of the people he had woken up with in the warehouse, each with "Deceased" stamped across the grayscale images of them in red. The last one was his, and the mule Faunus fought a bit to keep himself steady. He'd come close to death's door before, and wasn't happy that he might have had another experience like that again. If he didn't remember it, though...perhaps that was for the best.

The fact that Ozpin was in Atlas rang sourly with Cam. It wasn't like the Headmaster to abandon his school. Was Beacon no more? Could Vale be a smoldering crater? There were a lot of questions racing through his mind, but it was much, much too soon to start puzzling things out. Cam was no leader, he hated making decisions. The choice of heading to Atlas would have to wait for now, but he was at least going to get some more information.

"Well, at least we're all still alive. Perhaps less people died than you thought." The former mercenary chuckled, but it was easy to tell that his heart wasn't in it. Thumbing the machete at his waist, Cam probed Yang deeper for information. "Tell me more about these mercenaries who wanted to bomb Vale. Did it have anything to do with the Vytal Festival?"