Maurice "Duc" DuClos
Part 1 of 4: The Ambush
Diesel fumes hung thick in the night air as Kai crouched in the shadows of a rusting shipping container. His fingers traced the crimson scarf at his throat - a splash of defiant color in the darkness, a symbol that had come to haunt the occupation's nightmares. Beyond the dim glow of flickering streetlights, the convoy rumbled forward - three armored vehicles bristling with machine guns. To the untrained eye, it was an impenetrable fortress on wheels.
To Kai, it was an opportunity.
The convoy inched through a section of the city still bearing the scars of the initial invasion—collapsed buildings and rubble-strewn streets testify to the occupation's brutal arrival. But the area remained vital, its network of access roads feeding the industrial zone, where factories still churned out goods under enemy control. The invaders needed the city's manufacturing capacity intact—they hadn't come to rule over ruins.
From his position on the street's eastern side, Kai could see Liang's shadow waiting in a doorway across the way, while Mei's voice came from somewhere above - the abandoned telecom tower that gave her clear sight lines to both positions. The Crimson Moon could not allow this convoy to pass unchallenged. Rain-slick metal pressed cold against his back as he adjusted his position, the scarf's bold insignia hidden for now but ready to be revealed - let them see who struck this blow.. The weight of his trapo - a crude but effective impact weapon favored by the resistance for its simplicity - rested reassuringly in his jacket pocket. Just a padlock on a loop of cord, but in the right hands, it could shatter bone or kill.
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