(Years after the Monolith was pushed to the north, the Zone is as busy as ever. News has run around every faction that the legendary loner Strelok has returned, the Zone's expanding with rumors of anomalies showing up outside of the CEZ's walls, a religious faction on the rise... And in the midst of it all, murmurs of heavily geared stalkers bearing a red patch with a white microscope embroidered upon it, surrounded by a laurel.)

Your group had recently picked up an oddly friendly Clear Sky member going by the name of Natty, armed with an equally oddly kitted out SG556 rifle, hosting a good deal many after market parts and custom bits that you don't quite recognize... - She had a strange Ukrainian accent, her words a little thicker at times than they should, but everyone chocked it up to simply something she grew up having

Traveling up with her, eventually your group finds a campsite upon the shore of Agroprom's lake, lighting a fire and setting up a camp. Stories get passed around, food traded and exchanged, and all the while Natty is dead silent, not sharing her packed-full MRE packaging, the brown bag having any identification scratched off - Eventually, guard duty falls down to you and Natty, with Natty taking perimeter while you sit comfortably with the group's belongings so no Tushkano or blind dog sneaks in and rips someone's Maxim magazine up or something

Glancing at Natty's bag, you find a suspicious patch hanging out of a pocket torn open by a run in with a pack of pseudodogs, a worn red background with a white microscope sewn into the patch, a laurel surrounding it...

Approaching her with the patch, the colour drains from her face as she sees the patch, cursing with a heavy French accent

"I don't want to do this to you or your friends, but alas... It must be done..."

She soon raises her rifle to level with the bridge of your nose, her finger already on the trigger...