Just Outside The Sydian Border
The three helicopters rushed just below the cloud layer, their rotors chopping at the misty white fluff. They carried troops dressed in blue uniforms, with bulky blue bullet proof vests. Each had a helmet with the same color. One of the soldiers, a Sergeant, clicked the magazine into his M4 Carbine, a relatively useful automatic weapon. They were loaded with rubber bullets.
"Alright men." The Sergeant began. "As you know, we've been sent to control a Sydian Civil Rights movment crossing into the Arken border. General Schrader gave this order directly to the Major from Arkenschaff, where he's talking with Kamerad Schneider. The second you touch ground, open fire on any Sydians across the border. These are rubber, so they'll only hurt."
The helicopter descended, and the Sergeant kicked open the door at ten feet. The Arken troops hit the ground firing. Two Sydians stumbled back, rushing behind the border. There they stayed, until one man pushed through, holding an AK-47. Bullets spouted, hitting one soldeir, who was flung backward.
"Oh crap!"
The Sergeant jettisoned the magazine he had loaded and jammed in a live-fire clip. He had just enough time to squeeze the trigger before he flew back. His bullet proof vest saved him, but the Sydian wasn't so lucky.
"Oh no!"
The Sergeant clambered up and ran to the fallen Sydian. He was gone.
"Ohhhh, Schneider's gonna kill us."
