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The roar of engines fades into the dusty quiet of the parking lot. The last rays of sun glint off the metal of your equipment case as you kneel, packing away cables and helmets. A shadow falls over you, then a solid impact sends you sprawling onto the asphalt. You look up, blinking against the glare, to see four figures in tactical gear looming above. A man in a skeleton mask steps forward, his voice a low rasp. "You alright mate?"