<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000"><b>2:30pm and as planned the American M107 155mm Artillery Shells began to rain down upon dissused farmland in the Solkovian Countryside. The shells and howitzer cannons gifts to the Solkovian Millitary from German Black Market Weapons Dealer Gunther Rommel who watched the strike from the comfort of a Mil Mi-24 Hind Helecopter Gunship piloted by Solkovian Airforce Pilot Lieutenant Olek Grigori. Gunther watched with a smile from a window of the helecopter whilst he chatted on his cell phone.</b> <i>"Yes President TahiroviÄ... O ofcourse Aleksei, the test strike was very successfull your men are truely skilled!..."</i> <b>Gunther spoke with Solkovian President Aleksei TahiroviÄ. Gunther was not alone in the back of the helecopter, with him was 6 mercaneries who were hired to protect Gunther whilst he was in Solkovia.<br/>
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From the cockpit Olek could hear the convosation in the back whilst he tryed his best to avoid his helecopter getting caught in the shelling. Olek's orders were simply to bring Gunther to and from the strike area. Gunther apprantly wanting to investigate the craters left by the strike. As strange as this request was President TahiroviÄ more than happy to give Gunther anything he wanted thanks to his hefty gifts. Olek didnt think much of it and just did as he was told. As the last shell dropped Olek began his desent onto the field. Landing saftly on a unscorched flat peice of land. The smoke still billowing from the craters swirling around the helecopter as its rotar blades slowly came to a halt.</b> <i>"Good we are here... Thank you Pilot.."</i> <b>Gunther said as he and his mercs got out of their seats and exited the helecopter. The mercenaries quickly drawing there weapons and quickly takeing parimter posistions around the Helecopter, if spotted by rebels Gunther and his men would be seen as enemys.<br/>
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Gunther's eyes scanned the area in search of any signs of the shells breaking entry to the underground facillity. Casually he walked through the savaged scortched earth in search for anything but a earth. Desperate to see concrete or anything man made that would involve the underground facillity. The mercenaries kept ready to fight all highly on edge and ready to kill, desperate for Gunther to find what he wanted as soon as possible.</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bf00"><b>Beneath the ground the old Umbrella Facillity echoed with the sounds of artillery and dust rained from the ceilings. The almost dorment BOW population suddenly awoken from their peacefull slumber. The sounds of the shelling scareing and angering the creatures who had not ever left the facillity nor experianced anything but darkness and silence. One of which a highly advanced NE-Î± Parasite T-103 Tyrant, the adnormally large human looking creature stood in one of the containment labs. With clentched fists the beast silent grew angry, his peace disturbed.</b></span>