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*Raid Zero Five, We are eleven minutes out, get acquainted*
AIDEN; You heard em' men!
T4NG0; Who do I got here?
Aiden waved as the other four on my team waved.
T4NGO; Not even a name?
One put out his burly fist, *Hart.* I bump it as another put out their hand, "Perk" After shaking it, I look at the
other's name plate.
T4NGO; Gordon.
He turns at me as my head slopes,
T4NGO; You got my back, right?"
Gordon nods,
GORDON; Yeah, of course.
I smile out the window as cigarette smoke fill my nostrils, We pass the thousands that survived the tragedy. Some of the world's nukes had even fell. *Mass riots and crime have skyrocketed in mere minutes!*
"Alice! We're leaving!" *Nuclear detonations have been reported in Los Angeles, Seattle, Washington D.C.* He tore me from the computer and dragged me out to the car. *The governor of Ohio has the floor!*
*We are declaring martial law! We call upon local and international militias to help defend the nation!* My father carried me out and we got in a helicopter, just like this one. I remember looking out at the burning city.
AIDEN; Tango! We're dropping!
I spring up and clip on to rappel down.
T4NGO; Right!
After unclipping, I rush up to Aiden and the boys stacked up on the wall. Aiden ran to the wall, "Three, two-" The door
blows inward and I peer in. No one down the hall. They fan in as gunshots come from the other entrance.
We slowly go down the hallway, allowing my team time to clear the rooms behind us. The rest whisper, "Clear."Aiden creep up and whispers, "Why'd we stop?" I point down at a tripwire before stepping over. "Good eye."
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Someone runs our way, clanging against the ground with each step. We all raise our guns as he runs past, pulling a beam and the bricks connected with him, blocking our advance. "Darn!" Aiden runs ahead and keeps it from collapsing any further.
Hart runs in, slide past the tight space. "Don't lady!" I grin before bolting through it. Just as I get to the other side, it
collapses.
Hart pulls me up and dusts me off, "Guess it's just you and me." I grin as we follow Milo. The gunshots finally stop and Zero radioes in, *Tango, you there?* "Yeah, pursuing Milo now." Hart clears ahead as I follow. *Alright, we're comin-Shit! We're blocked. Careful, we'll be a minute.* Hart sighs, "You up for this?" I inhale and then exhale, "Let's do it."
I sprint towards the clanging. "Wait up!" I ignore him and find an archway where the metal husk of a man waits. Just before I get in, I trip into the room. A loud explosion comes from behind.
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