In 1944, somewhere in Rome, Italy. The Italian resistance movement is still going strong and liberating areas in by the Kingdom of Italy. There was a single partisan perched on a small balcony, hidden and on the defensive. She held her M91 firmly and used the rifle's sight to aim at the road, scanning for any approaching enemy patrols.

"Oggi la strada è vuota..."

She muttered to herself, letting out a gentle sigh