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Avgust had secluded himself to a private section of the tram, working out details on the map--checking up on his field notes of the situation he had quietly been taking. Turning early off the way to the Icebourne Research Facility would be a long trip, but the benefit of being at an easier to defend and more secluded location away from Cabal artillery and Fallen scavengers would be a nice change of situation. Writing his plans in Cyrillic on his journal, his Ghost slowly attempted to translate, for better ease of communication. "Heading to the end of the railway?" The Ghost inquired, as Avgust answered: "Indeed. Best place to defend, many kilometers away from the arm of the Fallen or the Cabal. Few hours journey, unless there is blockage."

The Ghost was about to ask what the Vanguard considered doing, before yelling and slamming was heard in the main section of the tram, as it turned its eye towards Avgust, and saw the most unmistakable mask of madness on the Titan's face. It quickly returned to its bond with the Vanguard, as the Titan slammed down his set of compasses and markers on the desk provided for him. Marching into the main section of the Tram, the Titan looked at the group of Guardians, before asking in a tone of sincere stress and anger: "What the «AD» is going on in here?"