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Dawn breaks across the what was formerly the campus of Richardson University, a small College on the west bank of the Mississippi. Here, runaways from all ages gather to relax, party, and be free. Specifically, the main building is Building 34, known to its residents as "The Freedom House". It sits in the middle of the campus, and originally was the Business Building for the College. Each Building is like it's own state, with its own Military, and Trade. Each Building sends a Representative to the Council, a group of the oldest men and women to discuss actions, aid, and strategy. This Campus paradise is only one of thousands across the United States, when all Colleges and Universities were closed down by the US Government.

Underground tunnels connect all 40 Buildings together, so that way they can move weapons or goods from building to building without the possible issue of police. By Day, this area is quiet, used for meetings of the Council, and Military Officers. But by night, it lights up in a barrage of colors with parties on every floor, with nothing illegal to any age besides starting fights and breaking stuff.

Micheal and Airianna are on the move outside, gathering materials from the surrounding area.

"Hey, Airi, wake up. We're almost to the site." Mkoll says as he wakes up his partner. At times he wished she was more than just his friend and co-worker, but alas, she didn't seem to notice the signs. "Grab your weapon and put it on your back, just in case things get ugly or we get jumped." He says as he holsters his twin Desert Eagles and slides his M4 on his back. He also grabs a metal suitcase filled with $50,000 and handcuffs it to his arm. The goal was simple: Give the money, get the guns and ammo, and head back hopefully without mishap. "I just hope for once an arms deal can go without a hitch." He sighs as they get closer to the drop-off point.