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Did everyone out there die or something? It's been days since anyone has done anything here.

I dodged down the fire escape of the roof I was on, flying through the streets as my boots rang out loud against the concrete. I could hear the skitter of sleek figures rushing inside the buildings around me as bolts were racked in assault rifles. Ahead of me men were running out of buildings, slamming into each other with combat knives, metal rods and kalashnikovs. Bullets and gore flew through the air in a horrendous, pitched battle. I jumped to the side as a grenade flew through the air, impacting a concrete pillar behind me. Bullets stitched the ground as I rolled behind a burning car, the grenade's detonation sending hot shards of metal into my armor. A bullet tore into the leather, nicking my shoulder and bouncing off the wall to the side of me. The concrete pillar smashed to the ground, the platform it was supporting coming down on top of my assailant. Men on the platform fell with the wreckage, and the dust billowed up, covering the battle. The close quarters frenzy increased in fury, sparks and explosions lighting up the smoke and dust in sporadic bursts. I jumped into a building, crashing through the glass and metal window. I shook myself off, rising to my feet as five figures burst through the windows across the street.

What has begun in New York is what happened in Colorado. My men have demolished the surrounding blocks and they have been bulldozed extensively down the streets to creat and outer barrier. The walls have been going up slowly, slower than before. We have not anticipated the soil conditions of Manhattan. I wish we had the local Sand Hogs Union still around, but anyway we continue to press on. Upon exploring the former field office to the FBI here and making it the battle tower we have. With each of the four corners being fortified at certain points and armed with heavy weaponry we have essentialy completed the castle of our area. The helicopter my men took from Colorado is on the roof and ready to move out when needed.

://File CITY OF RUST
>Operation Redaction
>Advance Scout Operations
://OPEN: DOSSIER TWO
The City of Rust
Survivor city in Syracuse, New York.
Populations 6500+
Government - Republic - Two members of each Sector elected/appointed to Council.
Exports - Produce; Weaponry; Vehicles; Private Military Contractors; Energy; Meat; Pharmacuticals.
Imports - Complex Medical Supplies; Slaves; High-Tech Weapons Systems; Advanced Vehicles; Combat Amphetemines.
Status - Secure; Allied State.

Notes on Sectors:
Red Talon Company District - Mercenary Organization consisting of 325 members, 123 initiates and 57 trading partners and specialists. Considered highly dangerous unless acting as hired gun; fiercely loyal to their comrades and contracts.
Industrial Town - Location of still active power plant. Multiple warehouses and metal working shops and machinists. Produces armoured vehicles, custom weaponry and multiple calber rounds.
Markets - Location of Airfield and market stalls. Large bazzar featuring high end military gear includi9ng assault rifles, transport vehicles, optics, ammuntion and medical supplies. Produce, electronics, clothing and specialty items can also be bought and sold in the Markets.