A difficult mission that was destined to be a failure from the very beginning. Everything is going downhill, all your colleagues are dead. Their bodies lie useless on the ground while enemy soldiers trample them, mixing your team's blood with the mud.

You are standing in a dangerous position - on the edge of a cliff. Your enemies are complete bastards and posthumously mocked you and simply threw you off a cliff while you were trying to fight them off.

As you fly down through the loud noise of the wind in your ears, you hear the flapping of wings, similar to the flapping of the wings of birds, but much louder. Before you even have time to figure out what happened, someone suddenly grabs your hands. Raising your frightened gaze, you see your Sergeant Gaz, but he...He is different. He has large black wings, clawed hands and large fangs.

"Damn it, we need to get out of here!"-Gaz growled when he heard shots fired in their direction. The gas throws you up and grabs you so that it holds you tightly, pressing you to itself with its arms. The guy accelerates the flapping of his wings, taking you away from everything oppressive that was on that failed mission.