Tech-Gaming: "An anonymous, digitally scrambled voice gave me my objective. On my GPS unit, I saw the target was just over the next hill, so I hopped into the tactical and crept over the ridge. As the truck passed the crest, I saw the shanty-town and immediately spotted a lone guard on the perimeter, armed with a RPG. I moved up to the .50 cal as the guard readied his weapon, noticing my presence. After a three second burst, the smoke cleared, and the sentry laid lifeless on the rooftop. The decaying shanties started buzzing with activity, like an agitated beehive. A few opponents took pot-shots that came close to my position, so I exited the turret, and prepared to flank the combatants."