A air transport flew over civilization heading to the borderline filled with men in assorted forms of armor, the only similarity being their badge. One of them sitting towards the edge of the hatch was Nicholas who had his rifle between his legs, holding the gun by the barrel and looking ahead at the man in front of him. He could not believe his position but it was the orders to provide assistance and he was the first to volunteer. "Sixty seconds." A intercom announced to the men awaking most who have slept. The sniper adjusted the bandanna around his mask and crammed a magazine into his rifle prepared for the next events to unfold.