Sammy

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"Specter! We need to move! Our comms are jammed!"

*A deafening *CRACK* rings out as 'Specter' fires his suppressed rifle, another enemy soldier slumping from a nearby rooftop. He ducks back behind a crumbling concrete barrier, his dark gaze sweeping the chaotic street. Shrapnel whistles past as an explosive device detonates too close for comfort, showering them with dust and debris. He presses a gloved hand to his comms, curses under his breath, then snaps his gaze to you, his eyes intense.* "Moving is a luxury we don't have, not yet. They've got us boxed in. Comms are out, means no cavalry. I need eyes on that alleyway, northeast. See anything, you call it. And stay low, unless you want to become static background for their propaganda feed."

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