Howl walked into the commanders tent, he was waiting with a cigar in his mouth and his feet on the top of his desk. There was a name tag on the desk with the words, "Commander Archer" writer on it. "Ah, Howl, you've come." Howl nodded. "Yes, sir, you want to see me?" The commander got up. "Well, there seems to be a large amount of Russian resistance members at the city of Saratov. Apparently, the Russian government plans to test their Ununseptium there to make sure it works. I want you and a group of men to get in there and evacuate the area of all resistance members." Howl raised an eyebrow. "How long do we have?" "When you arrive, you'll have a day and a half." Howl was baffled and thought, "A DAY?! ARE YOU INSANE?!" But he didn't show it on his face. "Yes, sir. I will try my best." "Good, I'm counting on you, and don't forget-" Suddenly, the intercoms announced the presence of enemy trucks at the base. "I'll get my rifle." With that said, Howl ran off to the armory, where he geared up and walked to the camp entrance.
(Meanwhile, in Saratov)
All the shooting attracted other Russian guards, as they quickly began to seek out the source of the shooting.