Episode 7.12: Roulette of Souls

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Roulette of Souls is the twelfth episode of the seventh season of the Walking Dead the Survival.
==Synnopsis==
An investigation into the stronghold of the enemy reveals a perilious situation that threatens all that they hold dear.
==Episode==
We open on an arieal shot of the reservoir from the previous episode.
Henderson: Can we get a closer view?
We see the inside of a command centre/ camp and Henderson is looking over the shoulder of a tech next to Adam.
Tech: This is as close as we can get without someone finding out about us.
Henderson: Fuck! We might has well look at Google Earth at this height.
He rubs his face.
Henderson: Can we at the very least get some thermal imaging at least.
Adam: On it.
He types a bit and the view on their screens turn to thermal imaging and we see people and other heat blooms. Its a decent sized force.
Soldier: Well we can scrap the idea of these being marauders who got lucky and found some disguarded bombs.
Tech: How did they even get here without anyone seeing?
Adam: Well its not as if we were looking for enemies in the air.
Hnederson: Or our friends from oversea followed us home. 
Adam does not say anything but a tense air hangs over the tent now. 
Soldier: What orders do you want to give the recon team.
Henderson: Get has close as you can without them getting wind and see what it we are dealing with. Any trouble you bug out and bug out quick.
The soldier nods.
Henderson: God only knows these guys are good at pulling stunts like this.
We switch to brush near the reservoir where we see Michael, Moe, Slade and Tamera in the undergrowth.
Slade: Ok why are we doing this again.
Moe: Intel.
Slade: Oh I get that and I get why its us.
Michael sighns something with his hands.
Tamera: Yeh its not that we lost a bet... or really our nack for fixing messes.
More signing and lade grins.
Slade: Yep, we blunder into things quiker than the official folk so why not throw us into the belly of the beast first.
He shifts a bit.
Slade: I just don't get why we are dressed like this.
We now see they are covered in walker guts.
Tamera: Well its not the fresh scent of roses but, would you prefer this or some hungry walkers giving away our position.
Slade: Fair enough.
Moe: Quite, there is movement.
We see the doors of a large warehouse open from the view of Moe's binoculars. A large flatbed truck roles out carring something we cant quite see yet.
Moe: Oh gods.
Slade here's the dread in his friend's voice and pulls out his own binoculars for a look. There is scilence for a moment and in concern the others follow suit.
Slade: Shit, tell me those are not what I think they are.
Tamera: Well they don't look like toys.
Slade: No they look like....
Moe: Misiles.
We see several flatbed trucks roll out each carrying a missile and heading out to one logical place.
Moe: We have a serious problem now.
Things fade to black with that.
End