As dawn broke, the industrious hum of activity enveloped New London. Many of its citizens, nestled in the shelter of their newly constructed homes crafted from sturdy wood and cold hardened steel, were still stirring from their slumber.

Though pockets of families lingered beneath the canvas of tents, the collective determination of the community manifested in the tireless work underway. Every effort was dedicated to ensuring every individual found a secure place to call home.

In the upgraded tent nestled beside the beacon, Walter diligently tended to his equipment, gearing up for the journey to Winterhome.

He double-checked every item, ensuring they had everything they needed, food, weapons and tools. Despite this being his third expedition, Walter felt a newfound sense of preparation. His confidence was balanced with caution, a trait that had served him well on his previous journeys.

While Walter diligently inspected his equipment, the muffled sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears. The tent flap rustled open, stepping in once again is the captain, and a long box cradled in his hands.

"Good morning, Walter. Up and at 'em early, I see," the captain greeted.

Walter smirked, setting aside his tools and turning to face the captain. "And so are you, captain." He replied with a hint of amusement. His eyes flickered to the mysterious box. "What's in the box?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

The captain approached the table and carefully set the box down. With a deliberate movement, he unlocked it, revealing a rifle, a spare revolver with a holster, several boxes of ammunition, and two blades neatly arranged inside. Walter's eyes widened in surprise at the contents.

"After hearing about your cave incident. I realized that you guys were poorly armed for the task. Now I'm not taking any chances, and this is by no means that I'm pulling favorites. You and Jack are considered the most experienced scouts I have. I can't afford to lose my best scout team out there," the captain explained, his voice firm with determination.

The captain gestured to Walter to take one and inspect it for himself. Walter carefully picked up the rifle, feeling its weight and checking its mechanism.

He then took the blade from the box, examining its sharp edge. "These were stored inside the dreadnought, they're brand new, never been used before," the captain added, his eyes reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

Walter marveled at the blade's pristine surface, his own reflection mirroring his surprise. "I've never seen a blade like this before," he remarked, his eyes fixed on its gleaming finish.

"They called it a bowie knife," the captain explained. "Its blade is wider than the grip, designed for stabbing and cutting up close and personal, good for personal defense. It might come in handy out there. There's one for Jack as well."

Walter nodded, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind the captain's gesture. "Thank you, captain." He said, not knowing what else to say.

"You don't have to say much, just take these and be safe. I know Jack is not as capable as you are. He's not a soldier, and neither are you, but it is fortunate that you have a natural skill of using firearms. Must be your American blood." The captain jokes.

Walter winced.

"I just got lucky. I'd rather not think back on that cave, but thanks for the new gear," Walter said. He picked up one of the new brass cartridges from the box. "Reloading will be much quicker than with my old musket. Although, I don't think I've ever used this rifle before. The bullets are a bit heavier than paper," Walter remarked, feeling the weight of the cartridge.

"I do. Here, let me show you how to load this thing." The captain offered.

In the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the tent, the captain meticulously demonstrated the process of reloading the new rifle to Walter. With practiced hands, he showed him how to carefully handle the rifle. The metallic click echoed in the quiet space, the sound of readiness and preparation.

Walter observed intently, absorbing the captain's instructions. The captain continued, explaining the importance of proper handling and the significance of each step in the reloading process.

Walter mirrored the captain's movements, his fingers gradually becoming more confident.

"This rifle is more accurate than your regular musket." the captain said, his tone firm but encouraging. "You'll reload faster, but you need a steady hand and a keen eye. It's all about precision. Now, let's move on to your bayonet."

Once the rifle was loaded, the captain moved on to the bayonet. He showed Walter how to attach it securely to the rifle, explaining its purpose.

"Put that on, and now you have a spear," the captain said, his eyes serious. "Just in case something gets too close to you, and you can't reach your knife. Never lose your grip on your rifle, thrust and pull."
Walter nodes repeating the motion.

"And that's about it. Just make sure to clean it regularly or else the frost might freeze the mechanisms. Other than that you're ready."

"I understand, captain. I'll take good care of it." Walter said.

"Good," the captain said, clapping a hand on Walter's shoulder. "You're a quick learner. I won't have to worry about that. I've asked our engineers about building a snowcat, but they suggested that you and Jack would have to wait. Resources are needed and they can't spend it on stuff like this so soon. Not when they need it to make new prosthetics."

"Oh, right. And how are the other Americans from Tesla doing?" Walter asked.

"They are adjusting well, they were generous enough to let us study their prosthetics and make more, just in case someone else, uh, you know." The captain said.

"Yeah, I get it. Better to have those instead of the snowcat for now. People come first."

The captain nods, "The People first. I'm just worried about Jack's little friend. As much as I hate to say it, Boris can't stay in the city. Some of the people were really not happy about Boris. Jack is going to have to keep Boris with both of you."

Walter sighs, "I should have expected this."

"I'll leave it to you and Jack to settle this one out. I'm going back to work to settle some other things, let me know when you and Jack are ready to head out. And treat that rifle well, and it will do the same for you." The captain said as he left the tent.

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"So, the captain was worried about us and he wanted us armed to the teeth the next time we went out." Jack said. Checking his gear and strapping on his stuff.

Walter nods, "Yes, after your little stunt yesterday. We can't afford to be reckless, especially when we are heading further away from home. Winterhome is a long walk, at least after the bridge, we don't know what else is beyond it." He grabs his new rifle and slings it over his back, putting the ammo into his pouch.

"I still don't know about this knife. I'm not sure If I'll use this thing." Jack pulls out his bowie knife from its holster. "Isn't my revolver good enough?" he asked.

Walter glanced at Jack's revolver before meeting his eyes. "You barely fired that thing after the captain gave it to you. Look, I'm not forcing you to use your gun or the knife, but it's the best chance we have to protect ourselves from any danger. And it's in the captain's interest that we stay alive out there. We have to adapt, Jack, for our safety and the success of this mission."

"I'm not a soldier, not a fighter, Walter."

"We'll practice on the way. I'll show you how to handle it. Better to be skilled and prepared than caught off guard out there." Walter's tone was reassuring, aiming to instill confidence in Jack about the new weapon.

Jack nodded, his resolve firming. "I guess I'll try."

Walter gave him an encouraging nod. "Good. Besides, we'll be a lot safer with these, but remember, you can still use your ice ax if you want. It's a good backup, and sometimes, close combat might be our only choice."

Jack finished packing the last bit of his things into his pack and stood up, meeting Walter's gaze. "I'm all set," he said, his voice resolute.

Walter, always thorough, ran through the checklist with a keen eye. "Got your gloves?" he asked, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Already wearing them," Jack replied, lifting his hands to show his gloved fingers.

"Your snowshoes?" Walter's gaze shifted to Jack's feet.

"Tied and secured," Jack confirmed, his tone steady.

"Food rations?" Walter's eyes met Jack's, searching for assurance.

"Finn packed plenty for us today," Jack said, his voice filled with conviction, indicating the bag of provisions nearby.

"And Boris?"

Jack turns to the side and shows Boris resting his own dedicated pouch newly sewed onto this backpack. "All snuggled up and ready to go." Jack said.

Walter's voice turned stern as he emphasized the seriousness of the situation. "Good, keep those rations warm. And Make sure that Boris doesn't eat them. This trip might take us more than a day. I've packed emergency rations just for us as well. This rifle doesn't come with a scope, I'll have to install one myself when we get back."

Jack noticed Walter's annoyance with the lack of magnification on his rifle, "We can ask the engineers for help, maybe they can come up with something."

Walter looks up and nods, "Yeah, you're right. It couldn't hurt to ask them."

Jack smiles, "Sure, I ask them all the time. They look happy enough to do anything."

Walter smirks, "Maybe because there isn't much to do out here." He walks out of the tent, "Come on, Jack. Let's not keep the captain waiting."

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Cheers could be heard as the duo made their way to the lift. Many were wishing them good luck and patting them on the shoulder, children walking beside them, and others clapping as they passed by.

Walter's voice was a hushed whisper, barely audible amidst the cheers and claps. "I still hate all this attention. They're looking at us as if we're heroes. Not a good sign."

Jack glanced at Walter, his eyes serious. "We are in their eyes, Walter. Nobody else wants to venture out into the frost like we do." As he waved back at the crowd, his voice held a mixture of humility and determination.

Walter's voice was tinged with uncertainty. "I guess I'm just scared of failing them. What will happen if we do fail?"

Jack placed a comforting hand on Walter's shoulder, his gaze steady and reassuring. "I'm sure everyone will understand. It's not easy being a scout, but we've managed well so far. We're doing everything we can to keep them safe." His words carried a sense of shared responsibility and determination, trying to alleviate Walter's fears.

"Good luck, boys. And be safe out there," a woman called out, her voice filled with genuine concern and support.

"Make us proud!" echoed a man, his tone a mixture of encouragement and hope.

"Tell Winterhome that we said hello!" shouted another, their words carrying a touch of longing for connection with the outside world.

Walter attempted to steady his nerves, his expression a mix of gratitude and apprehension. Beside him, Jack maintained his infectious smile, his voice unwavering as he replied, "We will. We'll do our best."

The crowd responded with an even louder cheer, their encouragement washing over the two scouts like a wave of confidence.

"So many of them came to see us off. Way more than the first time. I didn't think we would gain this much attention," Walter murmured, his voice laced with surprise and a touch of discomfort.

Jack rolled his eyes, his demeanor light-hearted. "There's nothing wrong with accepting praise every now and then, Walter. You need to relax a little," he teased, offering a reassuring pat on Walter's shoulder.

Walter couldn't shake off his underlying worry. He confided in Jack as they walked, his voice low, "I appreciate their faith in us, Jack, but it also means the stakes are much higher."

"Walter, you really need to relax. I thought you were the level-headed one," Jack joked.

At the lift, the captain stood close by with Benjamin at his usual spot. Olivia and Rose waited in their usual spot for Jack and Walter. John and Doctor Faraday, the newest additions to the group, clapped their hands as the scouts reached their destination.

"There you two are, already geared up and ready to explore. I hope you brought that baton I gave you, Walter. You'll need it," John said, patting both of them on their shoulders.

"It is exciting to see everyone cheerful to see you off. You boys certainly caused quite the crowd here. Even I am feeling quite hopeful about your journey ahead. Be careful on your travels," Faraday said, nodding.

"I want to go with you to see Winterhome!" Rose said, jumping around excitedly. Olivia gave her a tiny slap on the head. "Nonsense, young lady. You are staying here with me."

"Aw, no fair," Rose said, looking at the ground and kicking the snow.

Jack knelt down and let her pat Boris on the head. "We won't be long. We'll make sure that we get to Winterhome as quickly as possible," he said.

"That's if we don't run into anyone else along the way. We really need to get to Winterhome without any deviations," Walter added.

"I believe that you'll make it there. I'm sure of it," Rose said, looking up at Jack.

"Thanks, Rose. Your confidence in us is the reason why we always succeed," Jack laughed as he patted Rose on her head.

A sweet little lie, or truth. Walter knew Jack's true intentions behind those words. But there was nothing wrong with saying it. A child's innocence is still treasured, but for how long, Walter wondered.

Rose returned to her mother's side as the duo stepped onto the platform of the elevator shaft. Walter gave Benjamin a thumbs up. "We're ready. Send us up," he said.

Benjamin nodded and pushed the lever, causing the lift to start moving upwards to meet the edge of the crater once more. The crowd below clapped and cheered, their heads looking up to see their heroes heading off to another corner of the new world to explore and discover.

Excited discussion and hushed whispers followed as they conversed about what the next greatest thing Jack and Walter would find. But only time would tell for them when they got there. For now, everyone knew they were heading straight for Winterhome to meet the others.

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As the elevator returned from its ascent, the empty platform made it clear that Jack and Walter were already off on their next adventure. The crowd slowly began to disperse, returning to their respective tasks for the day. The Captain stayed behind to speak with Faraday and John.

"So, what's your plan after Winterhome? Are you still considering sending Jack and Walter to Tesla City?" John asked, crossing his arms, his concern evident.

"That was the idea," the Captain replied. "But why are you hesitant about Tesla City? Isn't it just work-focused? I doubt your people are that hostile to outsiders."

John shook his head. "The last time I was there, Tesla was on his high steel horse, using his power to banish those he deemed useless. If Jack and Walter go there, Tesla might just see them as two more bodies to work to the bone."

The Captain frowned. "I see. But Tesla City has technology that could benefit New London. Are you sure we should wait?"

"If you want Tesla to know about New London, go ahead," John said, his voice tense. "But I fear for your people's safety under Tesla. He's smart, but his humanity is hanging by a thread."

The Captain turned to Faraday. "And you, Doctor? Do you think we should wait?"

Faraday rubbed the back of his neck. "It's safer to wait. The conditions in Tesla City are harsh, and Tesla himself could be a danger. We are smaller and less advanced. We should work with what we have and worry about Tesla later."

John nodded in agreement.

The Captain sighed. "Alright, we'll hold off on Tesla City for now. But after Winterhome, I need Jack and Walter to continue exploring the outer areas. I know they're probably tired, but we don't have another scout team ready."

"Some are willing to go out, but only to places already mapped. I need them to venture further, and Jack and Walter are the only ones brave enough."

"I could ask my guys," John offered. "Maybe some of them are feeling adventurous after seeing Jack and Walter's bravery."

"Good thinking. Maybe your guys would be more willing," the Captain said.

"Well, after what Jack and Walter did for us. We will do more to pay them back with whatever help they'll need." John said

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Navigating the familiar terrain, already explored and marked, Jack and Walter hastened their steps toward the steel bridge, a known landmark in their frigid world. The bridge, a critical point in their travels, beckoned them once more, urging them forward on their daunting mission.

"Hey, Walter, what's that over there? I think it looks like a building," Jack exclaimed, his finger pointing in the direction of his gaze.

Walter, lacking a scope on his rifle, retrieved his binoculars to examine the distant structure. "It's small, but squarish, might be a building of some kind."

Jack turned to him, a questioning look in his eyes. "Should we check it out? Just in case?" he suggested.

Walter consulted the map, ensuring they weren't veering too far from the path to Winterhome. "I think it should be fine, but we need to get to Winterhome as soon as possible." He stowed his map and unslung his rifle, preparing for their next move.

With a determined nod, Jack tightened his grip on his ax. The two of them proceeded cautiously, closing the distance between themselves and the structure. Every step they took was laden with anticipation, a blend of excitement and caution in the air.

As they approached the structure, Walter and Jack kept an eye on the distant steel bridge, its silhouette slowly emerging in the waning light.

"This thing is closer to the bridge than I thought. I guess we missed it when we came back during the night," Walter observed, his voice low but determined.

"Yeah, that makes sense. It was too dark for us to notice. You think anyone's inside?" Jack replied, his eyes scanning their surroundings as they neared the building.

"I don't know."

Taking cautious steps, Jack and Walter approached the mysterious structure, their senses alert to any potential dangers. As they moved closer, the details of the building became clearer. It was a large, weather-beaten cabin, its wooden planks showing signs of age and neglect. The windows were fogged, making it impossible to see what's inside.

They halted just at the edge of what they considered a safe distance. Walter's hand rested on the hilt of his rifle, while Jack gripped his ice ax tightly, ready for any unexpected encounter.

The wind whispered through the surrounding snow, carrying with it an eerie silence that hung in the air. The structure seemed desolate, yet an inexplicable sense of anxiety settled in both their chests.

"We should approach carefully, keep our guard up," Walter suggested, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the cabin for any signs of movement. Jack nodded in agreement, his muscles tense with anticipation.

Taking deliberate steps, they moved closer, their eyes flicking from the frost covered windows to the door, searching for any indication of life within. The snow beneath their boots crunched softly, amplifying the quiet tension of the moment.

The cabin stood there, a silent enigma in the midst of the snow-covered landscape, inviting them to uncover its secrets. Yet, caution held them back, reminding them of the dangers that could lurk within.

Jack and Walter exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They would proceed, but with utmost care and vigilance. Their next moves could determine their fate.

Walter's gloved hand knocked gently against the cabin door, the sound muted by the surrounding snow. The knock echoed in the stillness of the frozen air, creating a momentary disturbance in the otherwise silent landscape.

For several heartbeats, there was no response. The world held its breath, waiting. Walter nodded at Jack and attempted to turn the doorknob, but it resisted his efforts. The door was securely locked, refusing to yield to their entry.

"It's locked," Walter stated, his voice low. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of lockpicks. Jack gripped Walter's arm, halting his movements. "Maybe we shouldn't break in. Let's just head to the bridge for now. We can check this out later."

Sensing Jack's apprehension, not wanting to jeopardize their safety, Walter nodded. They quickly retreated from the shelter. "You're right. It could be a trap or something dangerous. Go, I'll watch our back. I'll be right behind you," he assured. Jack didn't respond, his pace quickening as they moved away, Walter keeping his rifle trained on the door as they approached the bridge.

"How could I be so stupid? Someone might be hiding in there, just waiting to shoot me if I went through the front door," Walter berated himself, frustration lacing his voice.

"We should report this in, let the others know about that place," Jack suggested, his tone carrying concern.

Walter activated his radio pack and called in, his voice crackling through the device, "New London radio, this is Walter. Are you there?"

"Loud and clear, Walter. What's the problem?" came the voice of Benjamin through the crackling device.

"We just found a shelter not too far from the bridge. It looks deserted, but there might be someone inside. Be cautious if someone other than us comes back home. Let the captain know, send someone out to check it if he wants." Walter warned, his words deliberate and cautious.

"Understood, we'll be on the lookout. Anything else?"

"That's all for now. Walter out," he replied, his voice steady despite the lingering unease. "Come on, let's get going. We're burning daylight."

As they approached the bridge once more, a semblance of safety returned after the eerie silence of the shelter. The familiar sight of the lone automaton continues to remain at its post, diligently sweeping the snow off the bridge.

Boris roars as it looks at the towering machine. Jack gives a quick pat on Boris. Walter takes point and leads them through the bridge for the second time. They can still feel a bit of dread as they walk across it. Making sure to keep a safe distance from the automaton from disturbing its work.

Once they made it across, they were now in the clear snowy plains, Walter pulled out his map and checked their surroundings.

"Winterhome is this way. If we keep a steady pace, we'll probably make it there before nightfall. Maybe you want to let Brois down, let him stretch his arms and legs a little?" Walter asked.

Jack nods, "Yeah, Boris can use the walk. He's been too cozy lately." He said as he let Boris down from his pack. The little bear runs around in the snow, jumping up and down as it roars in excitement.

Walter was impressed that the little cub didn't attempt to run away from them. It stays close to Jack, and constantly roars to let Jack know he's near him or too far away to keep up. Walter was also watching Jack's mood, and he is happy, for now.

Boris is alright, even if Walter won't admit it. But seeing that little creature also brings a small bit of comfort in Walter. Winterhome awaits.

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A/N: I had to stop the chapter here.

There was a small scene I had been thinking about, but I think it would be best to rewrite it and expand on it. As much as I wanted to jump to winterhome as fast as I could. I don't want to rush this.

I apologize for the long wait. I have been busy with my personal life. Hard times.

Thank you all so much for reading.