"This is two four, radio check."
"Two four this is dispatch I read you loud and clear, have a safe run."
"Copy."
"Two four this is seven six actual we need APV support on South Addison."
"Ten four, inbound."
An APV rolls up on the street deemed South Addison in a slum looking neighborhood, stopping in front of a run down looking apartment building. The back hatch opens, and two men armed with GSR-1's step out, they begin walking toward the door, when suddenly fire explodes from one of the windows, followed by several loud bangs, and one of the men drops, the other quickly returning fire and taking cover behind the APV.
"11-99, officer is down, seven six actual give me a sit rep, stat!"
"Multiple heat signatures in apartment, all armed."
"Copy, dispatch I need backup now, 34-s, uh, probably from an AKs, copy?"
"Copy that two four, sending two APV supports."
"Roger that, code?"
"Sweep, search, detain."
"Copy that."
Two APV's roll up at the apartments, their guns already manned. The window lights up again, rounds striking the two APV's as they approach, the gunners quickly return fire, and blood can be seen splattering on the window sill, dripping down the wall. The APV's quickly empty their backhatches, each of them carrying six men, all heavily armed with CQC v1's and GSR-2's. They file into the building quickly, followed by shouts and screams, fire is exchanged and eventually the threat is contained.
"Dispatch, uh, we're gonna need some NMSSDA over here."
The speaking soldier stares down a hole running down the side of the apartment through the floor and into the sewers, a ladder rests in the hole, and heavily armed corpses litter the floor, all of them wearing the familiar armor of the Civil Reclamation Militia (Resistance) armor.
