I actually finished writing while waiting in line.
Sophia stood in the pale yellow dust-filled air wearing a fully sealed gas mask, issuing orders to the formation behind her through the communication earpiece in her ear. They were only two kilometers from the City Outskirts, and the Shockwaves from the explosions could still be felt here. This was territory controlled by the Latverian resistance. Beyond this lay the Royalty's territory, where many Royal Guards were still making a desperate stand.
Two hundred members of The Exempt elite squad stood in neat formation before light tracked Armored Personnel Carriers. They wore black fully enclosed bulletproof shells and carried high-powered Laser Rifles, Plasma Rifles, and various heavy individual weapons, ready to board and depart at any moment. Behind them stood rows of trucks, every vehicle painted with the black-and-red lightning insignia of the Special Military Operation and The Exempt elite squad. Shells and rockets continued to streak overhead, relentlessly striking anti-tank firepoints within the city that had been marked by Reconnaissance Drones—their mission was to push into the royal city under rocket and artillery fire, guide the Armored Personnel Carriers behind them in transporting civilians out of the city, and eliminate the firepoints the Reconnaissance Drones had failed to detect before the resistance entered the city. This mission demanded immense courage. Not everyone could remain unfazed by shell impacts landing so close by. Even high-tech Composite Bulletproof Armor could not armor the heart. But The Exempt squad was elite among elites. They were capable of completing this mission; all they needed was an order.
Rubble and dust on the ground were blasted aside by suddenly expanding air. The ozone smell produced by ionization quickly dispersed amid the shockwaves and fierce winds from the continuous explosions nearby. Countless pebble-like fragments battered the