'' Three minutes before supply truck arrives.''

''Keep up the pace, then.''

''Roger.''

''Roger that.''

''Got it, boss.''

I heard the three response at the same time, through our team communication. Since it was an ambush and we decided to make it through unspotted, we brought our assassin gears. The team communication was one of our gadget, which we used every time. A continues-connection between us, with sensitive microphones. It was really hard for one of our teammates, to block the environmental noises out from the communication system and allow only to our voices to be heard in the headphones. And thanks to the microphones' sensitivity, just whispering was enough to hear each other clearly and make the stealth missions completely silent.

We're sprinting down the corridors, as low as our movement allowed and as silently as we can. Our gear allowed us this silence, since every piece of clothing and weapon on us, were neatly tucked into holsters or were clinging to us closely and stably. Our unique looks were dark, hidden and deadly. Perfect for stealth missions like this.

Each of us was different from each other and not just in personality...

''Two minutes.''

''Stairs.''

''Watch your steps.''

''I was about to say that to you.''

''Watch your mouth or I'll throw you down.''

''I can do that on my own...''

And with that, both Archer and me were getting ahead of the other two. While I chose the shortcut, descending down to the ground floor between the stairs' gaps, Archer skipped the floors by jumping over the stairs' steps. As I reached the ground, I rolled under the staircase, hiding in the shadows of the abandoned building. I was securing our exit for my teammates and was holding out my silenced pistol, pointing out from my hiding hole.

I heard the movement from above me and felt the ground shaking, by every jump my teammate made. He was agile, considering how motionless he can be, while aiming with that sniper rifle of his. Archer was our team's scout, sniper and the electricity expert. He made our communication system, made the scopes to our weapons, can create various handful devices for us. His built was tall and slightly slim, but that just ads to his agility and speed.

I picked him up a few years ago, when me and the other two witnessed as he killed someone, to save another's life. He surprisingly accepted the fact, that he killed someone and that he will spend a long time in prison. But as I talked some sense into him and offered him a life, where he can help others and live freely, he easily accepted it and warmed up to us.

His sarcasm and cool attitude behind his deadly eyes were a positivity for our team and helped us in many ways. He helped us hack into the city's camera system, making our assassinations unrevealed and he always found a way, to improve on our gear.

His clothing has dark green colors, along with black and dark blue. His camouflage mask presents his soldier style, while in out-of-mission, he was a sarcastic bastard. His sniper rifle is silenced, just like his two pistol, has a styled magnum and a katana. Even if he's never been on any kind of martial arts lesson, he surprisingly knows how to use that blade. But I won't be surprised, if it turns out that he watched some videos and learned from them...

''One and a half minute, boss.'' He said, arriving at the bottom of the stairs and finding a hiding spot in a corner, next to our exit door.

''We're in time...''

''We won't, if our burger decides to run down the stairs...'' He shook his head, eyes focused on the door and hands on his katana and silenced pistol.

''Fuck you.''

I heard the curse from the stairs and the footsteps of Mr. Muscle, carrying his machine gun. He was the exact opposite of Archer, being as tall as him, but incredibly strong. He spends his time with training, lifting and sparring with us, nothing else. And thus, his built is intimidatingly muscular. He isn't as fast as us other three, but still able to catch up with us, thanks to his stamina and strong arms. After all, we do use the roofs to move faster in the city and keep an eye on the targets.

I recruited him before Archer, when he beat a man to death, after that bastard killed his girlfriend. He was quite scared, when he spotted me watching him. And after a long chase, he attempted fighting back against me. I don't blame him, though. Back then, when someone saw me in my assassin gear, they all thought I want to kill them. I only killed the wrong and looks like they thought they were are wrong deep down...

What surprised me, was Mr.Muscle's skills. He use a smaller machine gun and a smaller rocket launcher, usually blowing away the enemy and destroying their cover and how he supports our team? By making cloths... no wonder why Archer mocks him all the time...

Aside from his heavy weapons, he carries a silencer, since it's a main weapon for us, uses a viper for melee attacks and a big knife on his chest. Also, a submachine gun strapped to his side, silencer on it and extended magazines. He's the team's ammo carrier in open fights and if we needed, he carries the sentry gun. But now, we're on a stealth mission and we only brought those weapons, which are easy to carry and won't slow us down. In other situations, he would bring a normal rocket launcher or an RPG, even a Javelin can be found on his shoulders in those situations! And of course, the big machine gun...

His clothing has dark blue, dark red and black colors, making him blend into the shadows just as good as our clothes does to us. His mask is red, marking him as the ''Big Guy''. He wears a heavier armor and only he has a helmet, under his hood.

His hot-head behavior disappears, when we're on a mission like this one. But in the intense battlefield, where the bullets are flying everywhere, we usually turn the volume down on our headphones, due to his battle cry.

''Do a barrel roll!''

''Shut up, you skeleton...''

He does have his own humor too, but Archer beats us with his sarcasm and jokes. But I must say, Mr. Muscle has his good lines too. I know no other way to describe it, so I'm just gonna say... he is badass. I mean... he really is a badass. A real die-hard, public enemy...

''Area clear, no one followed us.''

''The boss's little favorite takes his job too seriously. Of course we remained unspotted, Little John CAN be silent if he wants...'' Archer joked, as Mr. Muscle took his place in the other corner, opposite to Archer.

''We can never be sure in that...''

''Hey!'' Warned Mr. Muscle, finding a better grasp on his machine gun.

''I'm talking about remaining unspotted.''

I saw Striker, walking down the stairs. He made no noise, while he was pointing his gun up at the stairs and finally stood before us. As I watched his face, I proudly remembered back at him, when he was nothing but a thief. Hehh... he tried stealing away my food, since he ate so little back then and he tried to get some food for his family. I feel sorry for him... this war left him all alone, after his family died in a gun fight. I know, it wasn't his real family, but still... he became cautious recently.

And now... he looks so strong and brave. He's not the weak, scared little teenager like he was, hardly finding the courage to do something against the bad... no. He's the secondary captain and when I'm away, he is in charge, to lead the team. His tactics and plans are coming from his past, since he had to steal somehow to survive. Considering how he hasn't got any powers, he can find valuable things in trash, can spot useful objects and he became really good in business. He's diplomatic and prefers to end a fight in peace and he despise unnecessary violence. And this explains why he needed bracelets like those I have...

The bracelet is the deadliest weapons of mine. It covers my whole forearm, tightly wrapped around it. Since it is under my cloths, it remains unnoticed for others, allowing me to wear it in public. It is covered with steel plates on its upper side, to protect the mechanism's parts and it can act as a shield against hits. It can stop a bullet from going through my flesh and only ruins the mechanism in the bracelet, but a swing from a blade is nothing against its armor.

Three kinds of blades can be found inside it, giving me various approaches in danger.

The first blade I fitted into it and with the help of Archer, perfected it out, is the hidden blade. It comes out from the under side of my wrist and long enough to touch my finger tips, when they're outstretched. I use this for hidden assassinations in public, remaining unsuspicious...

The second kind of blade is actually two. Their ends are curved, so they can be stabbed into something like a ledge and a wall. The two blades are coming out from both sides of my wrist, acting as climbing blades or hook blades. Also effective in combat, but leaves a big mess after a kill...

And the third kind of blade, also has two blades! This two comes out from the upper side of my wrist, slightly curved and got melted multiple times, to create a really strong material. It is longer and wider in size, reaching further than my fingers. Combat blades - as I call them - can block a hit from a sword and useful for cutting multiple enemies at once.

Back then, this bracelet only worked with ropes attached to my fingers, to pull out the blades. Or I had to push the blade out with my hands, wasting my time. But again, thanks to Archer, he played around with the bracelet and managed to put some sort of intention sensor into it. It only cost blood for me to put it up or take it down, since the sensor must be inside my forearm. A needle has to be impaled into my forearm, which is connected to the bracelet's little ''brain''. That ''brain'' is a chip, which is connected to every part inside the bracelet. Sensors can be found on the tip of the needle, covered with improved glass lids and blood. The tip of the needle picks up my muscles reaction, the messages up TO my brain and the messages FROM my brain. Due to the sensors' sensitivity - to bring my reaction into the chip, which transmits the message to the required weapon in the bracelet in the exact same time I wanted to use the needed weapon - the whole bracelet is like a body part of mine.

And it's not over yet...

Guns are also hidden inside the bracelet, which has three kinds of modes...

The only gun function, which is connected to the chip, is the shooting. Reloading cannot be done by the chip, since the bracelet's size isn't enough for the chip. But all the three firing modes are connected to the chip, only the reloading is missing from it.

The Shotgun-Mode was the first I requested from Archer, allowing me to surprise the unprepared enemies. It can fire 5 shells from under my wrists, acting as a close ranged weapon, which blasts away the enemy. The reloading is just like a shotgun's, pull the lower side of the bracelet for the next round. Magazine reloading is kinda long, when I can't pull the shells out from my pocket fast enough. I also have to pull down the clothes from the bracelet, to allow myself a way to reload the gun or change mode. At least placing five shells into the backside of the gun is faster than putting away the shells into my pocket and pulling my clothes down to hide the bracelet. If I have nothing else to focus on, a full reload takes about 10 seconds...

The Rapid-Fire-Mode is a bit tricky to reload. After firing out all the 10 bullets from both sides from my wrists, the magazine slides out from the top of the bracelet. Inserting another magazine inside and pulling back the small stick on the side of the bracelet, the reloading can be finished under 10 seconds. One bullet comes out of one hole every second, making the firing rate 0.5 seconds/bullet from one bracelet... and I have two... 0.25 seconds/bullet. Pretty much, a miniature submachine gun on my forearms. The bullets are small, though... they can't penetrate every armor. My guess would be a light armor is still a hard work for them, but after the 4th or 5th bullet, the armor won't be enough against the remaining 15 bullet... and if I image firing the second rapid fire bullets from the other bracelet, then the unlucky target can quickly turn into the bloody mess...

And the Sniper-Mode. This one takes a lot of time to not just reload, but to actually open it out and use it. First, I have to pull down my sleeves and fully reveal the bracelet. Then, pull up the scope on the top and from between the combat blades. Reach to the sniper function's bullet hole and move the small stick away from it. Rotate the stick, so it will slide down to the side of the bracelet and act as a reloader. This takes about 4 seconds and the reload takes about another 4 seconds. Just placing a new magazine into the bracelet from the right side and pull back the stick on the left side. Of course, the sniper mode is not like a real sniper rifle. It can shoot further than a pistol, but it's mostly for precise shots, aimed to the head...

That is how the bracelet works and the customized one on my left forearm can do the same things, just in a mirrored way. Like the reloading sticks are on the right side now and the magazine changing for the sniper mode is on the left. I carry the magazines for these in my inside pockets and let the other magazines for other weapons out, to be at hand every time.

And Striker has this bracelet on both of his forearms, just like me. The others were supposed to get those too, but the war prevented them from getting the required materials and parts. But as they told me, they're fine like that...

Striker's clothing is dark blue and black, only his boots are brown and his gloves grey. He carries a rifle, which is silenced and has a scope on it and two silenced pistol on his sides. Combat knife on the left calf and on the right side of his chest. A backpack, which contains a city map, several devices like EMP, smoke bombs, syringes and other useful objects. He may be our team's adviser in tactics, but he sometimes finishes the mission without us. Due to his bracelets, he's able to be effective in all kinds of situations. Long range, middle range, close range, melee. And here comes why we call him Striker...

His movement can be a trick and he strikes in an unseen way, that the enemy can't decide if he's attacking or just playing.

His built is the smallest in the group, but his muscles worked him up very well. He's the third fastest one in the team, unluckily, after me...

As I mentioned, our clothing is different, but not that much. We all wear hoodies, made from soft and comfortable material, which allows us to move freely and silently. Our trousers are the same, soft material, free movement and their ends are tucked behind our boots. The boots' feeds have rubber on the edges and unique carvings on the middle side, making the quick turns and movement stable. Our gloves can be turned inside out from biker gloves to normal gloves, which can hide our finger prints. Goggles on our foreheads, if we need to go through dust or some sort of gas. Light armor under the hoodies and we wear long-sleeved shirts, which are enough thin to allow us free movement and thick enough to keep us warm. Long socks for warmth and easy movement, and we wear winter hats. Knee pads, elbow pads under our cloths and we have a lot of pockets. And every cloth on us is dark colored, with our own little additional colors...

We all have a silencer at least on one pistol, a knife strapped to one side on our chest, a combat knife on our legs somewhere and our own favorites for primary weapons. And as I said, we have the team communication on, under our hats.

''One minute before the arriving supplies.'' Reminded us Archer, checking the time on his watch.

''Check your gear, quickly!''

While Archer did a check over, the others and me watched the door and the stairs for any unwanted enemy. When he finished, Mr. Muscle did the same so did Striker, after the big man finished his own check-over. And lastly, I checked my own gear too.

Dark-blue hoodie, black trousers, grey boots, black gloves, brown hat and dark-grey mask. Pale goggles on my head, bracelets on both forearms loaded and ready. Combat knife on right calf, magazines attached to the belt. Another knife on the right side of my chest, small throwing knives on both of my sides, lined up in a neat formation of 3-3. Silenced pistol with extended magazine on the right side of my waist and it can fire 10 bullets in one go. My submachine-gun-turned rifle with a silencer, extended magazine up to 30 bullets and a scope on its top. Sniper rifle on my back, silencer on it and has 10 bullets in one magazine. It's not customized like Archer's, which can shoot 20 bullets from a magazine, auto rifle and has substantiation, but it does its job for me. After all, I just need to be effective in all the three kinds of range...

''Checked and ready.'' I declared and glanced at Archer to report.

''Half minute and here comes the long ass corridor.''

''Approach, sir?'' Striker asked,  adjusting his position.

''Dive in, Mister!'' I looked at Mr. Muscle, who slid up his machine gun onto his shoulder and strapped it down to prevent it from flailing while running.

''Fuck yeah.''

Striker opened the door and secured the are under seconds. When it was clear, we started our last sprint down the corridor, expecting the enemy behind the next door. Mr. Muscle was running on the front, submachine gun in his right hand and the silenced pistol in the other one. Archer was the last and he was pulling down his own goggles, which had heat detector. Striker was running by my side, pulling out a smoke bomb for distraction. I glanced outside the windows and saw that we're lower than the ground floor, since the windows were close to the ceiling. I could hear the supply truck arriving and muffling the sound of our footsteps and I knew this will be a successful mission.

And not because of our gear, our skills or how precisely thought out our approach. No...

You know, there's a difference between our team and other commando squads. While the other squads won't be afraid to approach this mission, we literally run up to that mission's heart. The other squads would approach this situation slowly and carefully and we... we just barge in, shot them down and move on with the same speed like we used to get inside that damn room. Our confidence in ourselves is what frightens the enemy. We're not afraid to stand in the middle of a firefight, because we are experienced in many situations and the solutions are endless for us.

Also, even if we're looking after each other and act as a team... we're different. Our attitude in a fight is unique and different from each other. ''We can only win together.'' That is a bullshit, we all know we can finish this mission without the other one and we fight like that when we're together. We're not expecting the other one to help us, if we end up getting shot. We fight for ourselves and only defend ourselves. We survive, only for ourselves.

And that close-distant style in our team is what makes us unstoppable. We're not afraid to try out a risky way to win. We use EVERYTHING to accomplish and eliminate everyone. We improvise in the battlefield and consider ourselves alone, without teammates to back us up.

It's like we went onto the same mission and bumped into each other. And after we all met with each other, we still go separately and do our work as we liked to. We're just merely using the other one for distraction...

And that is the big difference between an ''organized'' squad and my team...

... What we want to do, we do it...

Mr. Muscle raised his arms in front of his head and crashed against the door. The hinges gave away and allowed the whole door, to fall out of its place, along with the big man, who immediately raised his head from the ground and let the blessing to spray out from his guns.

Striker dropped the smoke bombs next to Mr. Muscle, who quickly got covered with smoke under seconds. While the smoke hid the big man from getting shot, Striker pressed himself against the wall and crouched down. There, he started to fire inside the room's one side, taking out those who happened to be there.

I followed Striker's motions, shooting inside the room's other side.

And Archer, who reamed behind us, used his heat detectors on his goggles, to snipe the enemy down through the smoke.

Panicked screaming and angry shouts could be heard from inside the room and weapons dropping to the ground, along with the enemy. As Archer reported, the room was the radio station for that current block. And seeing how we took down all of them, we probably ruined their equipment for telecommunication.

''Pull the big boy out.''

We heard Archer saying into our team communication and me, with the help of Striker, dragged Mr. Muscle out from the room, just as his submachine gun ran out of ammo. He rolled backwards and was now on his back, then he pulled down his own goggles too, to see through the smoke.

''Take cover!''

He warned us and me and Striker leaned out from the doorway. Mr. Muscle raised his gun and shot a single bullet. A second later, a dead body fell through the blasted down door, blood pooling out from its head.

''Nice barrel roll.'' Chuckled Archer, helping up our big man and walking into the radio room.

''Oh, fuck you...''

In the radio room, we counted at around ten bodies and found the radio equipment still functioning. The shelves were broken and many unnecessary boxes everywhere. There were two more doors in the room, one of them leading outside. I sent Mr. Muscle outside, where the supply truck was close enough to make a run for it and hop inside unnoticed. The other door was leading to the buildings other side and up to the other rooftop. Archer was sent to go that way and make up a sniping spot on that rooftop.

Striker remained in the room, collecting documents and informations about the other camps in the city. That left only me, who went outside too and proceeded to stealthily make my way up to a guard close to the door, who was... ahem... taking a damp...

After slicing his throat, I dragged the body back to the room and going back outside, I inspected the area. The courtyard was surrounded with small flats, all of them abandoned. Windows broken, doors missing there and there and the whole courtyard had one exit, which was on the other side of this square shaped area. The supply truck was left to the door and I saw Mr. Muscle pulling down the covers on the back of the vehicle, after dropping the driver's body to the other seat in there.

Other blockages were everywhere and a small road for the cars, leading inside and outside. Crates and tents were in the middle of the camp and a small campfire in the middle.

I saw Mr. Muscle opening a crate inside the truck and hiding inside it. Soon, Striker finished collecting documents and put away some maps too. We soon heard Archer talking into the team communication, to report his position. He was on the right side of the courtyard's rooftop, lying on the edge and looking into his scope.

After sending Striker to the left side of the building, to surround the enemy and me taking my position behind an unsuspicious soldier, we began our ambush's second part...

... clearing out the camp...

I made my way up to the middle of the camp, taking down silently those, who walked into my destination's path and I finally arrived at the tents. Meanwhile, the truck which Mr. Muscle used to hide inside, stopped next to that big tent, which was close to me. And our big guy was in the driver's seat, wearing the helmet of our enemies. He grinned at me and motioned for me to check out that big tent, which was probably the main one.

I made a wild dash to the truck and dived under it. I was right in front of the main tent's entrance and the inside of the tent was empty. Well... nearly empty...

In the middle of the tent, there was a single desk, documents on it. And for my anger, a bed on the left side... with a crying girl on it, hands tied behind her and the legs as well. She wore nothing on her feet and only shorts were covering her legs. Also, a white tank top, which thankfully wasn't dirty or bloody or I would have to slaughter the whole camp...

One of the many things I hunted down in the past, were those bastards, who hurt the females or raped them. They were on the second level on my ''list'' and the first ones were the pedophiles. On the third were the drug dealers and then the mafia and usurers. And finally... the bullies, but that's not the worst thing...

The look on her face was just a powerful push for my anger, because her mouth was duck-taped and her eyes were filled with tears. I heard her sniffing quietly, probably scared to even make a noise. Her light brown hair hid half of her face, as she was lying on the bed sideways. The deep blue eyes of hers simply shouted about her broken soul.

Checking for anyone else in the room, I entered and immediately crouched down next to the tent's wall, as some sort of officer walked out from a private part of the tent. He was talking on a phone, sounding really cheerful about something he heard. He simply glanced at the women and resumed talking to his buddy on the phone...

... I had enough of that already, but I needed to wait for the right time to kill the fucker...

I spent a minute or two, staying behind him and remaining silent, while he was discussing about pointless things with his friend. The recently won match, how bored they were and so on...

After he finally cut the phone call, Mr. Muscle started the engine of the truck...

Creating a loud enough noise for me to enjoy my kill...

''What the hell is a truck doing he-'' He wasn't able to finish his sentence...

The moment he turned around, my left hand grabbed his throat and forced him down onto the desk. I delivered three hits to his face, two to the right cheek and on to the nose, breaking it. Reaching behind his knee, I flipped him over the desk and with a hard kick, sent the furniture after him. Not wasting any precious moment, I stomped up to him, flipped the table off him and pulled him up by his collar. He grabbed mine and I quickly headbutted him, sending his nose up to his brain. His hand immediately gave up working and I let myself enjoy the sweet sound of his skull, breaking under him, when I slammed him to the ground.

I raised him up by his hair and unleashed the hidden blade on my right wrist. ''Plea-'' I didn't even let him finish his pleading, as I stabbed him on the right side of his neck. Only a bloody headed body remained next to the broken desk and scattered documents...

Mr. Muscle drove away from the tent and I was able to hear the girl on the bed, crying. I pulled back my blade and approached the girl, putting my fingers up to my mask covered mouth. I helped her sit up and used the left hidden blade, to cut loose her legs, then her hands. I placed my hand on her right shoulder and carefully pulled off the duck-tape from her mouth.

''Stay quiet.'' I whispered, still holding her down. After I received a nod from her, I let her go and continued. ''We're gonna get you out of here. Just stay quiet and don't be afraid. Everything is in our hand and soon, we will be ready to leave this place. Just right now, my teammates are taking down the rest of the camp and collect the required information.''

''And where are we going after that?'' She whispered back, voice breaking.

''To our base, where others like you can stay. We have food, water, rooms, showers and other entertainments... such as the gym and the pools. You're gonna be in safety soon, I promise.''

And that is all that she needed, to break down and cry into my chest. I suddenly remembered that feeling... that feeling of being next to someone when she needs you. To offer a shoulder, where she can cry on.

I remembered that single moment, when I felt protective like this...

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Flashback

I stood there, dumbfounded by my friend's sudden gesture. I felt her tears soaking my T-shirt, but I did not pay attention to them. I heard the others around me go silent and everything else, my mind locking me and her in that moment. When I heard her sniffing, I finally raised my arms and locked her in a weak embrace, doing the exact thing she did to me a moment ago.

Her grasp around me tightened and pulled me closer to herself. I was forced to raise my right arm and push it against the wall in front of me, to not squeeze her into the cold tiles. She trembled and whimpered into my chest, pushing herself against me and trying to hide from the world. Embarrassed, was how she felt and I tried my best to not freak out.

In my peripheral vision, I was able to see her brown hair, shivering slightly, but not feel it. I wasn't able to hear her crying, nor the sounds around us. I felt my heart beat increasing and my face was burning from the lack of oxygen. I have never felt like this before and never experienced such gesture from someone else.

And there I realized... that every other soul around me and on Earth probably felt the same. I was The Avatar... and they felt safe when I was around...

Suddenly, after I came over with my revelation, I felt the others' eyes on my back. My hearing returned and felt her burying her eyes into my chest completely, hiding away from the others' eyes...

Sighing, I made us turn around and let her hide her whole face from the others' and let them look at me, making ME feel uncomfortable. I felt her letting herself cry again, now that she wasn't able to be seen and she whispered...

''Senki sem ért meg...'' [No one understands me...]

I allowed myself a short and quick glance at the others, as they were watching us curiously. At least most of them... some of them shook their heads, annoyed because of her, doing drama again...

After I squeezed her by reflex, I sighed and said: ''Nyugalom... minden jobb lesz. Csak add ki magadból...'' [Relax... everything is going to be better. Just let it out...]

She raised her head a bit and I saw her eyes watering up again. ''Te vagy az egyetlen aki megért, meg a Bence.'' [You're the only one who understands me and Bence.]

I remained silent, due to my lack of answer. I didn't know how to reply to this, but thankfully it wasn't necessary...

''Ádám... maradhatnánk így egy picit?'' [Adam... can we stay like this for a little longer?]

Again, I acted by reflex and gently pushed her head down to my chest, as an answer...

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*Thump*

I broke out from my thoughts, when I heard someone landing on top of the truck. To be precise, it was Archer, probably re-grouping to us. I assume he found a lower building, to be able to land on our vehicle safely. I noticed small movement from my left, as the recently freed girl's eyes immediately shot up upon hearing the noise. To calm her down, I raised my hand and made a lowering motion towards her, to show her to calm down.

The truck kept on going and I heard the door from the front opening and closing, along with a comical conversation between Archer and Mr. Muscle...

''Sorry to interrupt your stripping time, but I need passage to the hole behind you.''

''And you thought I'M the homo? Dude, that hole is only an exit! Now get out of here before I kick you out!''

''Damnit, you won this time...''

And soon, I saw Archer climbing to the back of the truck, where me and the girl were sitting. She visibly let a sigh of reliefe escape from her and slightly eased back to her seat. Archer quickly glanced at her, then at me and decided to take a seat close to the end of the truck.

He took off his sniper rifle and started inspecting the buildings' hidden areas, while I did the same thing with my rifle, but kept an eye out for the exposed areas. It also helped to calm the poor girl down even more, seeing that she was protected enough. I'm certain that Archer took position to make her feel safer... along with helping me out.

Why keep an eye out, after taking down a camp and completing a mission? Well, rogue citizens often attacks the Resistance's teams, so they can get new weapons and supplies for themselves. Again, stupidity and lack of teamwork. They've failed to see the point in our work. One of the many teams reported two people's death, when they were looking for hiding citizens. Instead of finding scared and injured citizens, they've ran into a group of rogue people and two people died because of them.

So not just the Nuclear Weapons, but rogues are our enemy. Like we don't have enough directions to watch...

Also, after taking over a block, many enemy from the Nuclear Weapons often remain inside the theoretically safe block. And so, we can't lean back and only guard the borders of the already conquered territories, no. We have to have patrols and guards at the bases. Okay, I haven't heard about any attempts of a street gang trying to take over a base, but it's still good to have an ''inside security''.

The sound of cloth dropping behind us could be heard. Mr. Muscle finished changing back to his assassin cloths in the front side of the truck. He decided to do that there, to ''not make the situation awkward for the lady''. He's a good man, even if his personality say otherwise...

''Enemy vehicle in front of us, 50 meters away.'' He warned and I stood up.

That was exactly what I was talking about. Some enemy remained inside the conquered block and we just happened to run into them. I approached the end of the truck and used my right hand to grab the wall of the vehicle. Peeking outside, I spotted a jeep, which had four enemy inside it. Leaning back, I hang my rifle on my right shoulder and pulled out a pistol for my left hand. Again, leaning out of the truck, I shot the jeep's front right tire, when we caught up with them.

''Brace!'' I shouted back, when I saw the jeep coming right into us from the left.

The truck was heavy enough to not flip over and Striker - who was behind the steering wheel - forced them down from the road. The jeep crashed into a lamp post and started to fall back behind us, as it completely stopped in its track. Archer already took care of the problem, by dropping a grenade under the jeep and blowing up the four enemy inside it. But he still raised up his sniper rifle, to see if they survived it...

A quick glance towards the girl and I saw her hiding behind a crate and peeking out. Again, I made that calming motion towards her and she came out of her hiding spot, relived again. ''Clever girl.''

I sat back too and resumed my watching, pulling down the rifle from my shoulder and putting away the pistol. Finally, we made a turn at a corner and Archer lowered his rifle, when he lost sight of the burning jeep. It wasn't a waste actually. We had enough vehicles at the base and other bases could always send some for us. And actually, lotting the remaining bodies and supplies behind us wasn't our job. After we took care of that camp, we sent the coordinates to our base, to go there and collect further information, create a telecommunication with the other bases, loot the camp and secure it. We only cleared out that area, so they can work in peace...

The rest of the trip was uneventful and we finally arrived at our destination. Our base, which was a ruined, small hotel... from the outside at least. But from the inside, it had a really nice look...

The rooms were all clean, thanks to the maids, who once worked there. They offered their help with the rooms, so the rescued and saved citizens can feel a bit more comfortable, while living there. The rest of the hotel's staff remained there too, making our job easier. The civilians can have dinner, shower and entertainment.

There weren't that many of them, since this block where we were in, was close to the enemy territory and most citizen usually gets transported to the safer parts, deeper into the conquered territories. Or they traveled there by themselves, if they wanted. There was a working system for this and it helped to make people forget about the war around them...

After parking the track between some buildings, we were greeted by rifles, pointed at us from the holes from the buildings and from the narrow street's entrance and exit. But those were soon got lowered down, as the guards recognized us and they went back to their patrol duty.

We weren't surprised in the slightest, since we know that they won't shoot us down, before trying to capture us. The guards usually approach an enemy stealthily, instead of shooting before asking. And actually, most of the time they're not killing, only capture them. Who knows, maybe after an interrogation, they can get some information out from a Nuclear Weapons member...

Speaking of interrogations...

Crawling out of the front seats and behind Mr. Muscle, one of the man from that camp with hands tied behind him fell to the ground. Mr. Muscle started to pull him up, but the man refused. It didn't take too long, before my teammate's intimidating words took the better out of our prisoner...

''If you don't want to walk, then I should just cut down your legs.''

Mr. Muscle laughed, when the prisoner immediately stood up and let the big man grab him by his arms and holding him still. I turned to Striker, already knowing that Mr. Muscle won't be the best choice to let him interrogate the man. He would just beat him to death...

''Striker, you will be the one, who does the interrogation. The others... at ease. Mission over.'' I said, turning my head back to see the girl climbing out of the back of the truck.

I looked at Archer and he nodded. ''Madam, please follow me. I show you the rooms and the rest of the hotel.''

The girl walked pass me and I noticed her giving me a side glance, which I ignored. And even after she started following after our sniper, from the corner of my eye, I saw her watching me. I paid no attention to that and instead, watched Striker, escorting our prisoner away. His right hand was hooked under the man's tied arms, making the unlucky soldier bend forward. Striker also pushed his head down, preventing the prisoner from looking for an escape.

Before Mr. Muscle can go anywhere, I placed my hand on his shoulders. Turning to me, I told him. ''If the others ask, I went for a walk. For an hour, do not come searching for me...''

''Okay, I'll be at the gym.''

With that, we turned to opposite directions and walked away...