[b]*Chelovek walks down an empty alleyway.*[/b] --flashback-- [b][u]Paris, France. 2 months after the Fall of Berlin.[/u][/b] [b]*Chelovek and his squad walk through the courtyard in front of the Eiffel Tower. It is 4:35 in the morning.[/b] Akulov- "Hey, -[i]name redacted[/i]-, do you know where the squad we're supposed to meet up with is?" Chelovek- No. They said they'd be right around here, but I don't see them anywhere. Gagarin- "You think that American tank battalion north of here got 'em?" Chelovek- I don't know, Gagarin. Maybe. Denikin- "They've got to be somewhere around here." [b]*Without warning, fire from a group of trees on the opposite side of the courtyard opens up on the squad*[/b] Gagarin- "Contact!" Akulov- "You -blam!-in' think!?" Chelovek- Get your hands off your dicks and move! [b]*The squad breaks while keeping fire toward the group of trees with their railguns. Akulov and Chelovek split to the right, while Gagarin and Denikin break to the left*[/b] Chelovek- Damnation! Where the hell is the other squad!? [b]*An M1A3 Abrams comes out of the group of trees and fires a shot at Gagarin and Denikin's location. A loud thud followed by a crack echos across the courtyard*[/b] Denikin- "Man down! Man down!" Akulov- "We gotta get over there! [b]*Chelovek and Akulov run across the courtyard, directing fire at the tank and other troops. After what seems like an eternity, they reach their position. Gagarin lies on the ground, his chestplate cracked open. Obyekt 219 armor never fared well against a depleted uranium APDS shell*[/b] Chelovek- Akulov! Pick up Gagarin and get him out of here! Denikin! On me! [b]*Chelovek and Denikin break into a sprint toward the tank while holding fire on it*[/b] [b]*Chelovek drops his railgun, jumps on top of the tank and begins slamming his fists on the turret*[/b] Chelovek- AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! --flashback ends-- [b]*Chelovek stands in front of a bloody pile of unidentifiable flesh, the remains of an unfortunate homeless man. He had destroyed the man in a fit of PTSD-induced rage. He looks at his own hands, covered in blood, and then runs off down the alley*[/b] ((Open))