Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre.

"[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]"

[i]Penal forces,[/i] Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. [i]Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations![/i]
Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen.

"[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. 
"[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]"
"[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]"
"[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]."
"[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is [i]always[/i] listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]"
"[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of [i]this[/i] damned city!]"

Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.