[SYSTEM MESSAGE] Storage Er▔r

▒░░░░▒▒░░░░░░▒▒ Center was cleared out, revealing only a few d░░r that had taken up residence in the greenhouse, the forward team advanced further down 10th line road as the replacement Stryker vehicle arrived with a gunner standing at its Bushmaster Autocannon. From underneath an arm sleeve on his right arm, I could see the ink outline of some kind of tattoo that had been covered up, along with any sign of exactly who ▐░░░▒ men worked for, or what their names were, which was a telltale sign they were likely U▋UU▋U▋U NINI▋TEDDDDDDDDDS▋▋ ▋tates ▏░░▐Corps., who were all but openly operating in federated territories under Section 29(4) of the ░░░░▒. The relevant section, in summary, forbids direct military engagement between militaries, but allows for an advisory and logistical support, including a right to defend United States government property and interests.

Once the LAV took fire position at the corner of 10th ░░▐░▒ and ░░ Sideroad, the autocannon had clear view of the entire intersection as the team cleared out the abandoned property at 2▔2▔222▔22▔692 ▔ 2692 20th Sideroad, revealing nothing other than a sha▔sha▔shaft of silicone the ZeroWorries PMC employees found particularly exciting from 3:09:22.238 to 3:15:12.744. Once the LAV was in view.

Using the driver to break open the door of the outbuilding, small rodents fled in all directions, underneath ░░░▐▒░░░▒nder a canvas cover that read PORSCHE, with a shield logo, along with a boat on a hitch traile░, registration ONA82157736, bearing the name "Chillin' the Most". Its hull featured the a black and white outline of a woman with large breasts sitting in an odd position viewed from the side. Using a utility knife, ░░░░░░░░░ cut open the ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ hot car, "▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒"

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th and start forming up

Force RESET () Replay 
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  Speaker A: Spread out!
  Speaker B: (indistinct)

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Drones A B C D E F G H I J K Target.

Vic: "Spread out!"

The team established a drone counteroffensive position. Jean-Claude already had his ░y░░-8░░ aimed at Drone D. White Phosphorus grenades began to drop on our position igniting the underbrush and increasing the temperature beyond safe operational limits. White smoke began to rise in our position. Most of the Zer□
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Radio 237.77 A: "Okay, can you get her, do you see her? Do you see her?"

Radio 237.77 B: "No."

Radio 237.77 A: "Shoot."

Radio 237.77 B: "Hang on, hang on, no I see him."

Driver: "We're falling back."

The LAV lurched and the gunner pulled into the compartment.

"Call in air support"

"Roger that. Green Eagle this is Green 55 requesting░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░

Radio 237.77: "Okay I see it."

Radio 512.03 (SECURE): "Roger, position conf░░, Merry Christmas incoming."

Seconds later I could hear the engines of the available ░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░▒░ ░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░ ░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░

"Holy shit did you see that? Let's fuckin' go!"

Revved up on adrenaline and newfound courage, the remaining ZeroWorries PMC unit, supported by an additional LAV unit called in for fire support began ducking into the undergrowth where I had remained positioned drawing fire allowing the PMC to retreat.

The LAVs took ░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░ fire position░▒░░░▒░░▒░░░▒░░░

Ripping into the already twisted and broken remains of the wooded enclave, I saw three heat signals drop into position, then fall to the ground motionless. I gestured to the team to advance to the enemy position as they moved in behind me.

"Jesus Christ, you look like shit," Victor had caught up to me. "C'mere."

He reached over and tore away the SimulSkin that had been burned and damaged by incoming fire. "Why do they give you guys faces? All right handsome, showtime."

SYSTEM LOG: ACCCESSORY DETACH - PORT B

  SYSTEM LOG: ACCESSORY ATTACH - Standard Arm

Victor gives me his sidearm and sends me in. Using thermal vision I'm able to get a firm lock on the next three positions, but no path. I point the muzzle of the Sig Sauer P230 at a 80 degree angle and fire three times, catching a combatant from above who drops to the ground on to his clavicle bone. His heat signature began to fade.

From behind me I can hear the sound of fully automatic fire as I advance towards the next ░░░▒░░░░▒░steadily, aiming at 0 degrees.

I fall to the ground off balance and see my left leg seven meters behind me, along with charred simulskin. Assessing the damage I see 47 screws, 105 ball bearings, 22 masonry nails, and 0.23 kg of unidentified metal, likely some kind of aluminum casing.

The insurgents manage to overtake my position and remove the weapon from my arm. A male insurgent rolled me over and made a face before gripping my lower mandible bar and pulling me further into the enemy position. Automatic gunfire continues.

"Looks like we got one. Throw him in the bag."

The insurgents unzip a large bag lined with silver mesh. As they put my chassis inside, I feel signal begin to dampen. I switch to local logging. Power level 48%. The bag zips closed and I am disconnected from all cloud services.