Snow is falling in a quite burb of this eastern european city. Tanks make their rounds through the streets every hour and a half, making sure to take notice of things that look out of the ordinary. A jet passes by overhead, dropping a bomb on one of these beastly machines, destroying it on contact. A few dozen soldiers come running from around a corner, a few of them carrying Stinger missile launchers. They fire at the aircraft- a Harrier- but miss on the first attempt. They prime another launcher for firing, but are quickly distracted from that by a hail of machine gun fire coming from out of the corner of their eyes. Several men fall at the hands of the hidden gunner. Some of the men hurridly equip their AK-style rifles and wait for the firing to stop. It does after about 2 more minutes of sustination. They then start firing sporadically all o'er their current location. The machine gunner- Gavril- ditches his PKM from his fifth-story perch and then grabs another eastern european-made support weapon- the RGB-6 multiple grenade launcher. He waits for just the right moment (when their reinforcements arrive) before firing off all six rounds of incendiary grenades at the unsuspecting men down below. After heading down the stairs and checking out the damage he's done to the enemy, he pulls out a radio and phones in.
"Boss, I got the fools like you have asked me to."
"Good, Gavril, good. You may now return to HQ."
He puts away the radio, ditches his weaponry in a safe place, and starts to walk along the streets like any other teenager would in a time of peace. Unfortunately, he wasn't normal, and it definently wasn't peaceful.
