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; The ITDM Lieutenant stumbled along the street as another explosion rocked the city, and the soldier collapsed onto his knees before rolling over and shoring himself up alongside an overturned truck. As the squad of armed guards set up a loose halo around the Cricket, the Lieutenant painted a series of gaping holes in buildings and the streets caused by the attack with his electronic equipment on the foreguard of the AR-91.
"This is Fenix Actual, no sign on enemy contacts -- medivac underway; Acre Actual, Kopp, you there?!" He shouted in his headset, closing his eyes tightly from the stinging smoke billowing through the street as the Scatterran medics stabilized any wounded with first-responce treatment, and then quickly hauled them into the Cricket for immediate evacuation to the Wing City hospital.
"This is Kopp -- we're shot down barely half a klick south of your position, Acre is weapons capable, but we've got wounded. I'm all fucked up." The Master Sergeant returned over the comms, which caused the Lieutenant to curse under his breath.

"Alright, Alpa, you're with me. We're hoofing it to that crash shit; Bravo, Charlie, stay here and keep the casevac moving. Let's get going Alpha." The Lieutenant ordered before pointing down a street leading away from the conflict zone, a thin trail of black smoke rising from beneath the rooftops.