LΞGΛCY:NIKKΞ G♢DDΞSS ♢F VICT♢RY
"Raptures on our left!" "They've got missiles!!" My mind races as I spin on the turret, aiming down from the chopper. Flames rise from buildings, dying the sky a blood red and the smoke a sickly orange. I can't barely hear my own thoughts between the chain gun's roar, helicopter's screams, and my comrades cries. "Ari...