“Spartan, you’ve got yourself in a real mess,” says the commander over your transmitter. “Fight through the flood’s offensive and get on the Pelican. We’ll be waiting at the end of Voi. Over and out.”

You open your eyes, laying down on hard, cold concrete in front of the Traxus factory. Your armor and helmet is thoroughly scratched up. An assault rifle is lying by your side, just out of reach.

<Stand up and get the rifle>

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