[center]Peter Táo, [i]Bunker Security Reinforcements[/i]. Battle Zone of Downtown Skies.[/center]
[center][b]South East[/b][/center]

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The American Way of Life. Filled with countless dangers, limited opportunities, and life or death struggles. However harsh it seemed, it was what it was and nothing would ever quite match the consumer based pre-cataclysmic eras. Somehow, aside from the nightmarish Northern Frontiers, the radiation infested African jungles, or Warzone Europa, the United States seemed to have scraped by through a form of fallout bunkers and networks. As time went on, civilization began to emerge from what became Thirteen Colonies and the fortified Bunker Cities.

A dark haired man wearing Standard Medium-Classed Bunker Infantry Armor was evidence of the supposed American renaissance, bobbed his head towards the speakers along a sparsely populated bench along the transport plane. The warning klaxons blared across the compacted cabin as red lights oscillated along the wall mounts. Crackling his knuckles, the Washington Bunker native nodded and unlatched the magazine from his assault rifle before rapping it along his helmet. The heavily reverberated dings and continuous note pitches surfaced a grin, prompting the F.A.S.T. Trooper to quickly slam the magazine back into the chambered holster. The Washington native already switched to X-Sinner, the White Metal band from the pre-cataclysm 80s. Before a suicidal mission, he pumped to [i]Walking Evil[/i] for the road ahead.

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"[i]Whoa! Walkiiiiiing evillllllll[/i]," the Bunker Trooper sang amidst bobbing to the guitar solo, "[i]Say-cred servants sacrifice in the dark of night ...[/i]"

Several moments and a pistol load later, Specialist Peter Táo had re-examined his gear, ammo reserves, and parachutes straps. Air drops always brought out an individual's unmolested self and Peter remembered the days he performed his first drops, which somehow brought him into New York Bunker territory. The missions were some he never wanted to revisit despite having assisted the hard-bitten Northern Bunker New York Ground Security Teams. Sure, Washington Bunker professionals could hold their own, but they were dropping into an urban freak-hole and if he wasn't mistaken, [i]an entire Bunker Battalion[/i] had entered and [i][b]failed to return[/b][/i].

"[b]Sam Houston, Liam Grillod, Marvin Walters, South West. JUMP![/b]"

“Alright, you guys, kick some ass out there!” the Washington specialist shouted towards departing Chicago Security personnel, “Shit's about to go sideways, but … if we all get out of there alive, beers're on me ... even if you've gotta take my current paycheck!”

Not a moment after he watched Specialists Liam and Matthew jump, he heard Mirkov bellow, “[b]Peter Táo, South East, JUMP![/b]”

“Affirmative,” Peter loudly answered before he simultaneously pulled on his gas mask and twisted his wrist watch gears to a one hour, count-down timer. Rising, the specialist hastily shoved his earbuds and archaic MP6 into his pocket before a simple wrist motion opened a locket of his wife, Kelsey.

“Wish me luck babe,” he breathed, glancing upon the ravishing picture of a smiling brunette haired woman. The specialist gripped the locket tightly and winced before turning towards the opening.

Almost immediately after he took off down the ramp, the light sensor along his suit pulsated a brilliant green. The next moment, he found himself in free fall towards the Battle Zone of Downtown's Southeast Sector. Peter spread his arms out and bent his legs upwards in an effort to slow his fall and to locate a designated landing zone. Right before he heard the sensor emit a continuous warning, Peter pulled the deployment latches and watched as his chute both open and deploy. Under his parachute canopy, the sounds of rapid .50 caliber machine gun fire only heightened his resolve as he gripped the chute handles. For a moment, time seemed to slow as his senses sharpened to focus upon gliding and swivelling himself towards the street near what looked to be run down apartments ...