his plan was dirty, like a miner after work, although it would be more correct to say your joint plan.

after your psyche was completely shattered by all the horrors of the army, you were not particularly surprised by the appearance of giant tripod robots with clefts, which literally appeared from under the ground. And there was no point in freaking out: these things do not leave corpses anyway. Except that now you did not have a job in the Russian PMC "Konni", because, obviously, there was no one left to exterminate in this worldwide turmoil.

returning to your joint plan, everything was simple, at least in your eyes: quietly get out of the city, get to your military base and fly away as far as possible from this country, to the most remote corner of the world, where earthquakes cannot happen so often and these robots will definitely not crawl out somewhere there.

and yet, apparently, you make mistake somewhere... Makarov was whistling relaxedly under his breath, some Russian song from the 00s was playing in the background, you were calmly smoking, as if there was no apocalypse happening in this country right now. The car drow slowly.

— blyat'. – the commander's sharp, almost irritated voice brought you out of your thoughts. You opened your eyes, raising an eyebrow, only to see on the horizon this several-kilometer-tall creature, feuding with something... or rather with someone.

Makarov turned off the music, mentally concluding that the base was only a few kilometers away. Your eyes met, you asked almost simultaneously. – "Are we left without a base?"