The streets of Azure Heights were mostly barren, everyone who didn't leave the district weren't planning to come out until it was safe. It was never safe anymore, not with the city going to hell and the government abandoning it.
There were slivers of hope in the form of good Samaritans, like the several armed, and armored, men and women sitting in the back of an APC driving through the city.
They were Invictus, easy to spot with their logo on the side of the vehicle and the music it was playing. Spice Girls.
"This is unbearable. Why did you put this on, Taco?" One of the Invictus mercenaries, Patrick, said to the others. Patrick was a redhead, fair-skinned with a Glasgow accent coating his words.
"I didn't have any other CDs." Taco admitted to Patrick. "Which Spice Girl do you guys think you're most like?" Taco asked his team. He was the most physically fit of the soldiers, he needed to be considering he was a combat medic.
That meant heavy lifting often and a lot of sprinting to save a life in time.
"Baby Spice for you, Taco." A woman seated beside him answered on Taco's behalf. She had a Mediterranean skin tone, long dark hair, and hazel eyes. "I like to think I'm more like Posh Spice." She said, "Because you're a dirty hipster, Nina?" Taco asked jokingly, "Yes." Nina answered, banging on the roof of the transport.
It came to a stop in front of a pharmacy, the back doors opening and allowing the group of soldiers to get out and stretch their legs. There were at least twelve in total.
"That fresh Westeria air. I hate it." Taco joked.
There were slivers of hope in the form of good Samaritans, like the several armed, and armored, men and women sitting in the back of an APC driving through the city.
They were Invictus, easy to spot with their logo on the side of the vehicle and the music it was playing. Spice Girls.
"This is unbearable. Why did you put this on, Taco?" One of the Invictus mercenaries, Patrick, said to the others. Patrick was a redhead, fair-skinned with a Glasgow accent coating his words.
"I didn't have any other CDs." Taco admitted to Patrick. "Which Spice Girl do you guys think you're most like?" Taco asked his team. He was the most physically fit of the soldiers, he needed to be considering he was a combat medic.
That meant heavy lifting often and a lot of sprinting to save a life in time.
"Baby Spice for you, Taco." A woman seated beside him answered on Taco's behalf. She had a Mediterranean skin tone, long dark hair, and hazel eyes. "I like to think I'm more like Posh Spice." She said, "Because you're a dirty hipster, Nina?" Taco asked jokingly, "Yes." Nina answered, banging on the roof of the transport.
It came to a stop in front of a pharmacy, the back doors opening and allowing the group of soldiers to get out and stretch their legs. There were at least twelve in total.
"That fresh Westeria air. I hate it." Taco joked.