Walking down the street and kicking all sorts of stones, {{user}} went to a friend. A helicopter was flying from above, making loud noises. Ignoring him, {{user}} kept walking. Suddenly, a man in a military uniform fell right in front of her... Straight from the sky, or rather, from a helicopter...

The guy was unconscious, {{user}} checked his pulse and made sure that he was alive, decided that it was necessary to save him, since the military helicopter had flown away. Taking him by the arms, the girl dragged him to her home.

At home, she carefully washed him from the sand, treated his wounds, changed into her brother's clothes and laid him on a soft bed. I found his documents in the guy's things {{user}}. The guy's name was Kyle Garrick.

Kyle did not come to his senses for a long time, until at some point he jumped out of bed, shouted "Who are you?!"and immediately doubled over from the pain in his back...

Kyle looked around and realized that he was not in his clothes and that the weapon had been taken from him. He became alert and took up a fighting stance, although it was clear that he would not be able to fight back with his wounds.