I climb out of the back of the truck. Some of the contents of the cargo truck that I stole earlier have been unloaded, for examples, now, around the FOB, there are M2 machine gun placements on each side of the base for defensive purpose.
However, with how spread thinly the placements are, the six of us won't be enough to defend this forward operating base. The distance between one side to another is more than 500 meters, it will take time to dash from one direction to another. It worries me if the Redinia separatists decide to attack. It will be quite a clusterfuck.
"Hmm, looking good, Vera," I compliment her, feeling a little bit safer knowing the base has a chance of fending off an attack from Redinia Union. "Perhaps, is there anything else that you found back in the truck?"
"Well, bunch of western weapons, including a BMG-71 TOW missile," Vera replies.
