05:44:16, now flying in Washington D.C.'s airspace, Snowden tries to establish contact with the U.S. Military or any friendly element one more time. Even though hearing static triggers the PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) he got from The Infection and his time under CEDA.

Snowden: Any friendly station on this net, this is Oscar-3-Sierra. Do you copy, over?

[static]

Snowden: Any friendly station on this net, this is Oscar-3-Sierra. How... copy, over? *sniffles*

[static]

Female Civilian: (flashback) *humming*

[static]

[baby crying]

Snowden: (flashback) *hushes* It's okay. It's okay.

[static]

[Witch Moans]

Snowden: (flashback) Hey, where are you taking him? Hey. Hey! HEY!

[static]

Marc: (flashback) Perhaps if you hadn't wasted time learning how to fly and joined the Rangers a whole lot sooner, you could've saved her.

Snowden: (flashback) Perhaps.

Marc: (flashback) We need active, fast learners, Snowden. Not exes and slow rookies. Don't make me regret putting you and your friends on the front lines. You can't save everyone. You could barely even save anyone. I bet you can't even save yourself. *scoffs* Some Captain America you are. Why do I have to be stuck with one God damn fresh-off-of-training Army Ranger when The Infection started?! I need a army of elite Marines! SEALs! You hear me?! Dumb, helpless son of a bitch!

[static]

Snowden: *muffled screaming and crying* Huh? *controls breathing* Alright. *sniffs* Come on, Captain Matthew Snowden. Come on, it's all in the past. *exhales sharply* You can still change things in the future. Come the hell on.

After reliving the episode, he spots Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. So he calms down, wipes away his tears and prepares for the final approach.

[knocking]

Snowden: *clears throat* Come in.

[cockpit door opens]

Francis: Hey, buddy. Are we there yet?

Snowden: Just about. So buckle up.

Francis: Can I hang out here with you?

Snowden: *smiles* Yeah, sure thing dude.

Francis: Cool.

Upon landing, it is revealed that the place has once been overrun and then bombed. With no signs of human life anywhere and every hangar in Ronald Reagan Airport and even the terminal itself destroyed, Snowden parks on the snowy field between the runway and the taxiway and readies the team.

Francis: Jeez, must be cold as Hell out there.

Snowden: Which is why I got these from the mansion. Should go along with your vest just fine. *gives long sleeves shirt and leather jacket*

Francis: Mmm, comfy. Thanks, Snow'.

Snowden: My pleasure. *opens cockpit door* Hey, Louis, time to unfold those sleeves and wear this for the cold. *tosses sports coat*

Louis: Same color. Good find, Snowden.

Zoey: Jesus, it's gonna be freezing.

Snowden: Which is why I got this for you, Zoey.

Zoey: *takes winter coat* Thank you... Snowden.

Snowden: I gotcha.

Francis: What about you?

Snowden: Ah, my combat shirt's enough. Believe me, I tried. So, you ready to step foot onto our nation's capital?

Zoey: Yeah, yeah, let's go.

Louis: Always wanted to come here, so yeah.

Francis: Sure. Just don't bore me with a history lesson along the way, okay?

Snowden: Heh, don't worry. I may be a patriot, but I get where you're coming from. *opens cabin door*

As soon as he disembarks, the Army Ranger stumbles upon a fallen U.S. Secret Service Agent judging from his American flag pin, earpiece, badge and SG 553 w/ Laser Sight. And as the wind blows some snow away, it turns out he and two good citizens armed with a Submachine Gun and a Pump Shotgun fought off a horde backed by a Jockey, Charger, Hunter and Smoker to their last breath not that long ago.

With the fact that he, Francis and Louis are out of Main Weapon ammo once more, Snowden pays his respects and rearms from the weapons and ammunition from the ground. Then he tells the Biker and IT Analyst to do the same.

Snowden: *closes the fallen's eyes* You boys went down fighting and protecting. You must've been the best agent and gunmen this city has ever seen. *grabs SG 553 w/ Laser Sight* Francis, Louis, Pump Shotgun and Submachine Gun are yours. Take 'em slowly. Don't wanna disrespect the dead.

Zoey: We can mourn later, right, Snowden? Let's move.

Snowden: Yeah, okay. Just give us a few seconds.

After all is said and done, Snowden, Francis, Louis, and a still loaded and impatient Zoey look for a way out of Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. With the Army Ranger already having a plan once the team gets to the city.