**Scrapeyard factory, Ahmed's base, 11.45 PM**
Heavy rain poured down relentless without showing mercy.
The electricity lines had been cut, plunging most of the scrapyard into darkness. Only occasional flashes of lightning, sweeping vehicle headlights, and ocassional phone flashlights lit the battlefield.
Both sides were locked in a brutal deadlock.
"Push them back!" an Ahmed loyalist shouted. "Don't let these Southern dogs take the gate!"
"Motherfuckers! Keep shooting!" one of Anna's men roared back.
"Keep firing! Don't let them break through"
"Fuck you! This is our territory now!"
Bullets sparked off twisted metal. Men screamed as they were hit. The ground had turned into slippery mud, making every step treacherous.
Ahmed's forces were holding the line for now, but Anna's invaders were relentless.
Then came the sound of a heavy engine roaring through the storm.
Anna's men suddenly started pulling back.
"Fall back! Fall back!" someone yelled.
