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Login awakens to a burning wreckage. The VTOL crashed into a building at the northern part of the D.C. ruins. Fire and wreckage everywhere. No bodies could be seen. His throat was dry and scratchy, but he tried to yell. "Kane!" he shouts above the crackle of the wreckage fire. His throat burned, but he yelled again. "Thanz!" No response. Login dragged himself to a bus bench and pulled himself up. He sat, panting heavily, sweating profusely, part of his power armor suit scolded by the flames. He assessed the situation and tried to remember. My name. . . he thought, My name is Login Mathis. His eyesight turned blurry as his head fell on the bench. Unconsciousness was like a forced dream: nobody wanted it, but nobody could argue.