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The city of had seen most of the action at the start of the conflict. ‘The conflict', it is a name that almost belittles the scale of devastation it brought to earth, and that continues to ravage the once beautiful planet. The streets of were veiled with a thin smoke that had followed a multiple mortar attack less than an hour ago on the UTC base of the Russian federation. Though the city itself had been almost completely leveled during the events of the last two years, the headquarters of the eastern European defense network remained safe several hundred feet below the famed Neva River. The river had long since run dry and its dried surface converted into a runway as well as a fueling depot. Tall concrete walls lined the river and allowed only two ground entrances from the city onto the airstrip. These entrances were barricaded and guarded from the inside by civilian-clothed deputy's.

An armored personnel carrier brandished a chain gun mounted to its open bed approached designated checkpoint LV-2, the working watchman rose from a his position seated in the small guardhouse and approached an iron gate so thick that it only allowed an inch of visibility between each bar. The distant pop pop pop of automatic fire echoed through the sky and was so common to the driver of the vehicle that he filtered it out with no effort as he made his way to the barrier that separated him from a war zone and a slightly less dangerous one.

"How did the out treat you, my friend?" the driver spit on the ground behind him and shrugged. "Patrols are patrols dah? We see a damn renegade every once and a while but they stay away from the gun. Well, the smart ones." The watchman laughed and nodded his head, bringing a loose cardboard cigarette to his lips and drawing in smoke. “Smart ones? I am not thinking any of that lot could be called such. But enough, I’m sure your in a hurry." The driver nodded and slid what seemed to be a wallet through the bars into the gloved hand of the guard. He held the cigarette between to fingers and slid cards from their pockets, examining Identification and clearance. He took a folded piece of paper from the inside of his jacket pocket and matched up clearance codes. "Forgive me Alik, procedure, you understand." Alik flashed a smile and took back the faded leather wallet and replaced it in his pocket. He climbed up to his seat and shifted the carrier to drive just as the gate swung open.

The APC made its way down a steep ramp that merged with the runway. From there it was only a short drive to the vehicle fuel station, where upon arrival weary troops were jumping down from the back of the carrier before it completely stopped. Men in bright orange vests rushed the vehicle and had a fueling hose attached within seconds.

Sgt. Alik Yulyevich was used to working extra details, considering the shortage of ranking soldiers on base he would be driving patrols one day and working security the next. He removed the Kevlar helmet that matted his unkempt hair and attempted to groom himself as he entered the elevator that would transport him to 'level yellow’, the first stop on the descending underground bunker and the source of most daily operations intelligence and briefing. The elevator came to a halt after the painfully slow drop and one of four lights of different colors mounted above the doors lit up. Alik made a left out of the door and took a series of turns that led him to a narrow hallway, its walls like all on the level were a basic concrete, re-enforced with several layers of steel.

He found himself in the locker room where he had switched out his uniform for fatigues three days earlier. He wasted no time in relieving his feet from the constraint of combat boots and removing his dirtied field-issue Shirt and jacket. He folded and put them at the bottom of the tall locker, directly under his uniform which he would wear to an upcoming briefing led by head of the SVR intelligence division. He leaned his rifle against the inside of the locker and placed his bayonet on an interior shelf along with some spare clips and his wallet. He almost forgot the Walther P38 that he had tucked into the back of his pants, he took it and laid it over his jacket before folding his pants and putting them in the locker. With little time to what could be the biggest briefing in the last couple of months, he made his way to the showers.

I know it seems slow, but the action is going to flood pretty soon. Notice the G1 character in there?

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