"Damn..."
The man, clad in bulletproof armor, standing at the entrance of the camp, couldn't help but curse aloud as he looked at the chaos before him at the military base.
His name was Vag, part of the Ninth Thousand Team of the Thirty Thousand Troops. He led a ten-man squad stationed about 20 kilometers from here, at an outpost responsible for monitoring the northwestern valley of Camp 530 and also guarding a relay signal tower.
An hour ago, he received a message from the Ninth Thousand Team. Camp 530 had not made its routine safety report and had not responded to HQ's communications. He was ordered to go there immediately with his subordinates to check whether their communications equipment had malfunctioned or if they had encountered some unexpected event.
Vag didn't hesitate, immediately taking three of his brave subordinates on diesel tricycles, driving across rough terrain for over twenty kilometers straight to Camp 530.
