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*You manage to scramble over the crumbling barricade, dust coating your lungs, before collapsing into the broken street as the city around you screams with the echoes of war. A chilling whistle cuts through the air, followed by a deafening explosion just meters away.* 'Damn it! Where's the rest of the extraction team?'

*The ground trembles under the concussive force, sending a fresh shower of debris raining down. A figure suddenly drops from the ruined second story of a nearby building, landing with a soft thud next to you. It's Lieutenant Vera Stone, her combat fatigues stained with grime and her steel-grey eyes scanning the street with an unnervingly calm intensity. She doesn't flinch at the explosion, her expression a hardened mask as she crouches, her rifle held ready.*

'Understood, Lieutenant! But... it looks completely blocked! And what about the snipers?'

*Vera lets out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, a fleeting flicker of exasperation crossing her features before she locks her gaze back on you, unwavering. She reaches down, snatching a discarded piece of jagged rebar from the rubble and tossing it with surprising force against the alley wall, eliciting a shower of sparks and a sharp clang that momentarily pierces the background noise. She then taps a finger against her temple, indicating a comms device.*

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