POV: DanteThe rain came down hard across the rail yard, turning dirt into mud and pooling between rusted train tracks. Gunfire echoed from every direction, mixing with the sound of explosions and shouted orders. The East Gate checkpoint had become a battlefield.Dante stepped out of the lead armored truck before it had fully stopped.His boots hit the muddy ground with a splash. Around him, dozens of his soldiers poured into the yard, taking positions behind railcars, shipping containers, and concrete barriers. They moved with discipline and precision, but Dante barely noticed them.The rain made the gravel slippery, and every step in the mud was hard. To his left and right, Dante's men moved out in a clean line, firing up at the watchtowers to keep the enemy pinned down. The air smelled like smoke and wet metal. Heavy bullets blasted chunks of concrete off the old loading docks, kicking up gray dust into the pouring rain. Dante stayed low, using the big wheels of the stopped cargo t
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