Two soldiers marched near the inner gate. With a signal from the crew, the lock disengaged.
"Pull!"
The inner gate groaned open.
Seconds passed and the engine roared louder and louder each passing moment, until—
The Light APC rolled in first, tires crunching over the gravel like it owned the road. The machine gunner maniacally laughed, complimenting his driver's reckless handling.
Then came the Commander's armored SUV and the string of vehicles that Dmitri and his platoon had gotten out of nowhere.
They looked too clean, too tall, and too expensive.
Guards lines the path with rifles lowered but ready. Workers paused on the streets; their eyes fixed on the convoy that stormed inside the base as if they had their own parade.
Whispers filled the air. Some wondered if a group of thugs broke in. Others rumored it was probably a new batch of soldiers they had been constantly seeing around for a while.
Regardless of their accusations, it all vanished when they saw that man.
