(Iâ€™m sorry for the long OT posts, Iâ€™ll get to the vore after this â€“ just establishing characters/setting. Didnâ€™t mean to kill the momentum - I sort of figured that weâ€™d jump around to different locations within the same general setting, allowing other contributors the opportunity to put in narrative time lapses.)<br/><br/>The city was divided into two â€“ each side of the conflict took control of one end and endlessly tried to outflank the other. The central business district in the cityâ€™s core was a no-manâ€™s land and most of the fighting took place close to the edges or in the outskirts of town, spreading out further as enemy units tried to circumvent each other. An access road passing by a bunker to the west of the city was the main strategic point â€“ whoever controlled the road would be able send infantry through the front and surround the enemyâ€™s portion of the city.<br/><br/>The single unglazed light bulb lit the room as Marinus lay on the cold hard floor. The walls were specked with bloodstains and floor was covered in some unidentified liquid. A stack of broken chairs, tables and other junk was piled in the corner â€“ the place must have been as a storage room before being used for interrogations.<br/>The door was unlocked from the outside and slowly began to creak open. Assuming that he was in line for another set of beatings, Marinus was quite surprised to see a three-person rescue squad before him.<br/><br/>The first man was shaved bald, shirtless, and was wearing only a kilt, with shorts beneath, and a pair of Doc Martens. He had a rainbow-colored six-pointed star tattooed on one of his triceps, a pink swastika on the other. On his back were Jamaican, American, Israeli, and gay pride flags separated with an iron cross. Behind him was a 20-something Pakistani kid wearing a blue tee-shirt and khaki pants, and holding a cellphone. The third was a massively stacked Brazillian/Haitian man wearing a beater and trackpants.<br/><br/>â€œOh, snap!â€