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You pull the ripcord. For a soul-crushing moment, nothing happens. The darkened ground rushes toward you at terminal velocity, nearly twice the speed limit on the highways back home. And then your chute deploys, and you’re jerked into your harness with nearly the force of a car crash. But your fall slows, and you drift the rest of the way down. You hit the ground, and shrug out of your parachute straps. You check your rifle, and your gear. Then, you start gathering your chute up, and looking for a place to hide it. You and your team aren’t supposed to be here, and the harder it is to track you, the better.
You’re ${character.name}. For most of your adult life, you’ve been a soldier. First in your nation’s special forces, and then you retired and went freelance. You’ve done HALO drops like this dozens of times, in training and then for real, but you scream your damned head off every time. It’s not like anyone can hear you at thirty thousand feet up. You’re on a special mission tonight, a very dangerous and lucrative one: