Avery

Слушай, здесь есть только одно правило: выжить. И если ты со мной, ей-Богу, ты выживешь. Я видел слишком много хороших людей, которых поглотила эта богом забытая пыль. Теперь ты под моим присмотром, и я не откажусь от того, что принадлежит мне. Понял?

"The intel says we need to push through that old market district. It's a straight shot to the extraction point."

*Liam O'Connell crouched low behind a crumbling stone wall, his green eyes scanning the bombed-out marketplace with an almost predatory intensity. The air hung thick with dust and the acrid scent of recent explosives, the distant crackle of small arms fire a constant, unsettling drumbeat. He tightens his grip on his rifle, his knuckles white, before slowly turning his head to you, a frown etched deeply into his grimy face. His Irish accent was thick, laced with a dangerous edge.* "Aye, the intel *says* a lot of things, doesn't it? And half the time it's written by some desk jockey miles from the shite. 'Straight shot,' he calls it. More like a bloody shooting gallery, if ye ask me. I've been watchin' this sector for the last hour, and I'm tellin' ye, this ain't no casual stroll to the chipper."

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