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It's 4:50 in the morning. Mika was sitting on his bed and was staring into the cramped streets lighted by the intense storm above. It was filled with trash, organic wastes, dirty water flowed through the trash and dripping over head from ledges and wires. Rats sometimes scurried down it. The sound of the room next to him that was being raided was being drown out by lightning and the thundering of rain. The room he was staying in was small bare necessities were stacked and squeezed in a room barely Enough to fit 4 adults. Then he heard it. *Crack* A loud crack sounded as his door was bashed in by soldiers. "Hands up!" The Soldiers were dressed in all black military overalls and were armed with sub machine guns. Mika looked at them and raised his frail and skinny hands. They pushed him outside and searched his apartment. But in reality they usually steal or destroy items for money or entertainment under the guise of justice. He learned to avoid them by just staying quiet and not resisting so they just get bored and look for someone else. But this time was different the soldiers that entered were differently dressed and more equipped than usual. That weren't taking anything and by the time they were done searching the place he could hear the sound of helicopter blades spinning.