~ 07:45 FST, morning time. Checkpoint 8.
The lightly armed man looked down on the corpse of the CP officer he just shot before he could leave the rather remote building on the east borders. Only few buildings surrounded the little contraband checkpoint, a modernized and re-equipped custom station where CP scanned all individuals wanting to enter the capital for contrabands. Most buildings were left by their inhabitants during the Feniexian invasion of the city.
"Area secured. No more survivors." he said, while kneeing down to the floor and inspecting the gun the officer carried, and his body armor, now severally damaged. "Take their weapons and ammo, we need equipment. It's hard to get any still functioning weapons around here..." the man behind him advised his fellow rebels. He was wearing body armor made from various Feniexian and Dysaniian suits he stole from military camps near former battlefields; however, only one other of his man was carrying similar body armor; the other were wearing civil clothes. All were armed, however; mostly with pistols, only the leader was carrying a Dysanii-made rifle, probably from the same kind of places he got his body armor from. While the other ones were searching the bodies of the CP members, he was talking through his radio with someone. After a few minutes, he announced to his squad: "Men, my informant just told me two things - at first, our agents were successful in disabling communication infrastructure in this area and blocking radio and WLAN. Secondly, the Administration dispatched a CP squad in our direction. They will be here in about 50 minutes; go and hide the corpses, we have to slow them down; once they find out what happened here, they will be after us, and further objectives will become very difficult. Try to also remove the blood; it is still wet, and if you work fast, most of the stains should be away quickly. I, Michael, Thomas, and Morris will stay here and look for the squad they dispatched; if they find out too much, we might have to kill them; also, I and Morris in our armors would draw their forces attention on us; with our current equipment, we are not suited for covert operations. Also, disarm all metallic weapons before you enter the more urbanized areas; they have metal detectors all around there. Go now. Those imperialistic bastards will soon see what mistake they made in suppressing the Dysaniian people."
