9 FEB - A.D. 202X

Maisi raises her head up from the glass as the humvee finally rolls to a stop, and glances out the window. The interior they were in was dark, nearly pitch black in the areas that weren't lit up by either their headlights or the overhead emergency lights. The headlights of The Beast flicker, then shut off as SSGT Thompson kills the engine. Everyone climbs out, the vehicle barely lit up by an overhead emergency light, half of the bulbs already dead.

She lets a silent exhale of relief as she takes in their surroundings. An underground parking lot, filled with deserted cars and concrete rubble chunks that littered the floor from Wash-gov CAS and arty strikes. The rest of the squad finds their own places. Thompson, Chuck and Ramirez find their own spots in the back of The Beast, repacking their magazines and taking checks on their current stockpiles, while Kincaid, Boone, and Greene file off into a small maintenance room nearby. Maisi walks off, out of sight from everyone else, and slumps down onto the floor, her back pressed against the wall. She pulls off her PASGT and sets it aside, then undoes the velcro of her vest and peels it off, letting out another breath as the ever-present pressure against her chest finally fades without it's heavy weight. Her hand comes up to take her glasses off, setting them on her helmet as she ran her hands over her face.

She felt an overwhelming urge to vomit as the adrenaline from their narrow escape flushes through her system, leaving her shaking and sick. Her thoughts of anxiety were interrupt as she heard the sound of rubble being disturbed. Maisi moved before she had even realized it, pulling her rifle up to her shoulder and raising it, refocusing her mind onto the possible threat that now lay with them here.