The open space of the square leaves you feeling exposed and you step up the pace toward the nearest street. Squad Leader Garcia is in the lead, her rifle up as her head moves steadily side to side in a sweeping gaze. The jostle of armor and equipment behind you reveals that your troopers are keeping up. Ahead, the locals start to move away, shooing children inside doors. The street ahead of you is lined with market stalls selling everything from food to clothes to electronic devices, and the merchants watch in silence as your platoon fills the road. Once you feel the height of the buildings close in on either side you slow your pace, scanning the doors and windows around you. These look like residential buildings, with a few permanent stores or workshops occupying the first floors. An eerie silence falls over the street, broken only by the steady clump of your troopers' boots behind you.
Then, high to your left, you spot movement behind one of the open windows. A figure is lurking in the shadows, holding a long, metallic object. You aren't sure, but you think it's a rocket launcher.