The city of Al Qurayyat
Just outside of Jordan
A loud rumbling could be heard from the back of the truck as it continued along the dusty road. The driver’s hands trembled subtly as he reached for his cup of coffee and brought it to his mouth. The man in the passenger seat carried had a concerned look on his face as he looked out the window into the ending desert. It was later late afternoon and the whole desert was covered in a shade of orange or a form of amber. Looking a head he noticed the ruined city of Al Qurayyat, which had plenty of bombed out building. It appeared deserted, but the man lifted the rifle from off his lap and held it in his hands anyway. A small clicking sound could be heard as the rifle shook in his hands, partially afraid of the… ‘thing’ bumping around in the back. The truck continued to travel through the ruins, with the bumping and yelling persisting in the back of the truck.
Gobi Desert, Anarchist Compound
(AKA: Middle of fucking nowhere…)
Hearing the sound of jet engine, the Anarchist forces rushed toward the defenses. They quickly manned the AA turrets as well as the anti-personnel turrets. The compound took advance of the rocky terrain around it, using a natural rock wall to serve as a barrier, however, they left the rock wall un-defended when it came to attack from the ground, simply putting another AA turret at the crest of the large rock. The front gate had several layers of anti-personnel emplacement, however it had a miniscule hole for aerial attack, but no autopilot designed could make it through the hole. Preparing for some sort of assault, the Anarchists rushed around the camp.