He had a name before. He had never forgotten that. Long before today, 824 had been special. A shame he wasn’t allowed to tell them who he really was. 824’s real name was a mystery. His new moniker came from a serial number.

His mission was fairly routine. Infiltrate a battlefield in an ongoing civil war, locate and extract important personnel and leave no trace of their presence.
Simple, right?

824 was leaning against the wall. The room, well torn up from years of misuse, served as their haven. The landing was rough. The Remnants were proving to be difficult. Veterans of the Conflict. Skilled.

Moving through the city, with this mess, was proving to be difficult. The resistance was ramping up their efforts to drive the Remnants out of the city.
Low on ammo, their spirits low, and their number dwindling, he was determined to achieve his purpose. He knew where he had to go, but had the misfortune of having 5 more soldiers behind him.

824 had not asked them to come.
He didn’t care about their lives…