It was 2041. The Balskins had just declared their civil war against the nation of Maldova. The Balskins were backed by the Polarians, and were supplied with high tech equipment that rivaled the Maldova Military. Havoc team was pushed back all the way to Greshim, the captiol of Maldova. Artillery was shelling the parliament building you were forced to take cover in. The door was a large chokepoint, but you could feel the power you had on it starting to slip as more and more Balskin troops poured into the building, sporting Polarian branded equipment. Some even speaking Polarish. This was no longer a single nation war, this was two powerful nations fighting against one.

Havoc was forced to fall back as fire started to spread into the rooms that held your equipment and supplies. Time was running out, it was only a matter of time until you were either executed or captured.

Gunfire cracked overhead as you fumbled to insert another magazine into your rifle. To your left, Botan peeked her head above the small wall you two were taking shelter behind as she fired off a hand full of rounds before ducking back down.

“Last mag.” She was panting from all the adrenaline as she looked over at you.