The first death, on the cracked tarmac of Operation Metro, had been a shock. The searing white flash of an RPG, the world tilting sideways, the sudden plunge into a silent, red-tinged black. Then, a blink. He was back on the Russian spawn screen, the cold blue light of the loadout menu washing over him. "Deploy."
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"No," Volkov said, kneeling behind a rusted shipping container. An M16 round sparked off the metal an inch from his head. The bots were relentless. "That was the mission. Now, the mission is to find the edge. Find the crack in this… in this loop." bf3 bots mod