The jet dropped out of an insane speed and began to approach the ground. It came to a dead stop in the air and levitated down. Saber went to the back of the jet and grabbed a bag and slung it over his shoulder. He reached a hand inside and started passing out headsets.<br/><br/>“Use these to keep in touch,” he said.<br/><br/>Nolan touched a panel on the back of Bob’s head. The metallic wolf-bot began to wrap itself around him until it covered him in a man-sized suit.<br/><br/>“Call me ‘Lithium,’” he said. “Everybody, form up outside.”<br/><br/>He left the craft and hunkered down into the grass next to the jet. There were cloud bursts and shells filling the air. In the distance, a plane was caught in anti-aircraft fire and crashed to the ground. South America had become a wasteland. Wars ripped the continent in never-ending siege. Stability for the region was practically a joke. It was the last place on Earth Nolan wanted to be.