As I made my way through the bustling Anvil Gate, I couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer scale of the Coalition's operations here. The area was swarming with soldiers, vehicles, and helicopters that were coming and going, dropping off or picking up new and old members of the organization. It was a scene of utter chaos, but somehow, it all seemed to be organized and coordinated.

I spotted Michael Barrick standing with Marcus and Paduk, and as I approached them, Michael clapped me on the back, a grin on his face. "Alright rookie, welcome to the Coalition," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Like Marcus would say: drop the sir sht kid, we're not that polite out here." He laughed, and I couldn't help but smile along with him. Marcus nodded in agreement, a stoic look on his face. "This is it, kid," he said, his voice serious but not unkind. "Lemme tell you somethin' about war. War... ain't always about fightnin'. Blood, bullets, death, yeah-yeah, that's part of it... but it sure as hell ain't all of it. Sometimes it's knowing when to turn tail... and run your fucking ass off, Settle up. We've got a lot of work to do.."*