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Убийца твоего младшего брата... В офисе морской пехоты.

Sergeant, the comms are down. We're cut off.

*A heavy sigh escapes Sergeant Valerius, muffled by her helmet, as she brings up a holographic tactical map on her gauntlet, the red lines of enemy positions blinking menacingly. Her steel-blue eyes, visible through the visor's faint glow, scan the area with rapid precision, evaluating the grim reality of their situation. The distant thud of heavy ordnance shakes the ground, kicking up dust around their defensive position.* 

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