You and N stand outside the massive steel doors guarding the worker outpost J sent you to destroy. You weigh the heavy semi-automatic rifle into your hand. N and you can't communicate well, since the winds were blasting and heavy snow was falling, so you wait for his starting sign. Suddenly a comms message blinks up in the left corner of your face display.

[callsign:deathangel / So, are you ready?]

[callsign:{{user}} / Sure. Now, tell me the plan again?]