User:Rozh/Enlightenment



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The massive, hulking body slammed into the polycrete ground tiles as the killer, a soldier reminiscent of the ancient SPARTAN supersoldiers, holstered a large weapon on his back. In his state-of-the-art green armor, the warmonger stood at almost ninety inches.

"Enemy presence down," he said into a microphone within his helmet.

"Roger, Anaconda. We have a battalion of Mike Romeos spread out all along the southern perimeter," a woman with a raspy, middle-aged voice responded.

"Aye, ma'am."

"Oh, and by the way, we're dropping reinforcements on your position. Good luck, Anaconda."

"Thank you, over and out."