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The Humvees drive down the desert road, squad guns trained on the buildings aside them, a thick cloud of dust engulfing the road behind them as their wheels kick up the dust. AH-6s act as overwatch for the convoy, their watchful eyes protecting the cargo of dozens of American troops. In the middle of the convoy fly four Blackhawk helicopters, one such containing the members of Third Squad, their legs hanging limp over the side of the helicopter, guns resting on their laps. The rotors of the helicopters stir up even more sand and dust, forcing soldiers to pull down their goggles to protect from the stinging sand. Middle-Easterners walk across the town's roads, some running into the buildings to hide from the convoy. Various cars go the opposite direction of the convoy, driving into town. The Israelis glare at the Americans, thinking of them just invaders like the MEF. A rocket breaks the calmness, suddenly slamming directly into the front Humvee. The vehicle is obliterated, same with the few lives inside. The Littlebirds scramble to find the source, then come under fire from heavy machine guns mounted atop UAZs, while infantry pile out, opening fire on the convoy. Gunners open fire from the Blackhawks, their miniguns pouring lead onto the enemy jeeps. The soldiers aboard the Blackhawks load their weapons, preparing to enter their first fight in Israel.
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