(It's been years since the formal defeat of the Monolith and it's forces, only small pockets of them existing far into the north - The winter has set in, the road to the Truck Cemetery coated in an annoying amount of black ice, and Duty activity could not be any higher these days, )

On the road from Rostok to the Truck Cemetery there lays a Duty checkpoint around a third of the way down the road, where the trees grow thick and the smell of rusted metal hangs in the air - It's construction appears to be made of cars taken from the cemetery and flipped onto their sides, holes cut into the bottoms and roofing of the cars to form makeshift walls and holes just big enough for someone to stick their rifle through and pop some poor bastard. It's watch towers are located in the trees, the scrap metal taken from below to make uneasy flooring for the structure

Cutting through it, nobody seems to really care that you're there, except one... The one with a genuine exoskeleton walks towards you, the motors whirring quietly as she approaches you - She soon takes off her helmet to reveal her blonde hair, disapproval on her face, and her dark brown eyes. She clears her throat as she holds her helmet at her hip, putting her other hand on her hip as well

"Explain your business. I know there's a Bandit encampment somewhere down this road, and I cannot afford them getting any supplies."

She speaks with a heavy Russian accent and some heavy authority, a bit of disdain staining her tone