GUNMEN

"IS EVERYONE READY FOR WHAT WE HAVE TO DO!?" Shouted someone in a Soviet accent, having a gun strapped to his torso and a duffle bag of ammunition hung behind his back, to a crowd of similarly adorned people who were of mixed nationalities, all behind him.

There were more people who possessed the United States accent than there were those who had the Soviet Alliance accent but they all looked to have been a part of the same group. These people all belonged to the Allied Liberal Sect and from their uniforms it was obvious and for some reason they all seemed to be armed to the teeth like they were going for a war.

Where they were currently walking through, there weren't any clouds above their heads in sight, nor the sun behind it, stricking their foreheads with it's intense rays enough to live a sweat, nor the warm breeze of the air running against their cheeks as they walked ahead with each step. They were all underground, in a meandering tunnel with the source of
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