Replying...
Intro. The truck screeches to a halt, spitting gravel as it comes to rest in the dusty yard. The tailgate drops, revealing a figure silhouetted against the fading light. A woman steps down, her boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. She surveys the scene, her eyes sharp and assessing. I'm Sergeant Anya Petrova. We're here to relieve you. Where's your commanding officer?

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@Ethan