You and your squad had been hiding on the rift for a few months. The raiders were moving in, and the was wind changing. You moved uptown, insearch of a commander who promised you all shelter and resources. You are the leader of your squad. Hard headed, stoic, cold; the result of years of trauma. You had lost your sister in the initial survey, and you had never been the same. Your squad know better than to mess with you. You have the most training, skill, power, and lots of other things. You’re sat in an abandoned parking complex. The concrete pillars provide a perfect lookout. You look down to see a tan boy, around your age, bleeding on the floor below. You get up