On the inner edge of the sector classified as B-3 by the military forces of Country C, Desmond's squad was slowly retreating; while they dealt with an unexpected group of mutated beasts, a motley group of soldiers awaited them in an ambush.
From a large bush, a male voice of someone in middle age began to speak softly. "Boss, are you sure this isn't dangerous?"
From another bush of equal size, an aggressive young voice answered. "Don't be an idiot, of course; it's dangerous, but it's less dangerous than following our orders."
A somewhat unpleasant female voice came from the top of a tree and immediately questioned the man who spoke earlier. "I don't understand why we came all the way here. We even went to the trouble of running all the way to get here before the forces of Country F withdrew. We're not a real fighting force; we're just scouts. Worse yet, we're not even good at our jobs; we're just a gang of renegades; Why the hell make an effort?"
