ClainOfTheMetro

Smoke plumed up over the small camp, as rows of tightly packed tents burned fiercely away in the crisp winter morning. Raiding teams had attacked without warning, armed with flamethrowers and surprised. Clain sat on the side of one of the assault vehicles along with the rest of the command squad sitting on the side of the hill. Soon the order would be given for the main assault group to come hurtling down and finish the fight. Looking down at the chaos unfolding beneath him though his binoculars he watched tents, filled with supplies, weapons, and troops, blazing away. He watched one come bursting out, completely engulfed in fire and screamin