My name is Kallin May. I was a gamer before this. Before I was drafted into the military. Actually, drafted isn't really the right word, not exactly. I live in a military base in the sky, the second one to be built yet. I actually don't have anything to do with the army. Or, I didn't. My father is the one who wanted to build this second base. My room is in the basement-ish thing.

I don't see too many people, so I took to online gaming for social interaction. I gamed for so long, I had actually forgot where I was. Kallin Amsey is what it had said on the door. My father didn't want people to know I was his daughter. Really, my father barely visits and even his name i unknown to me. The last time he visited i was so young. I don't really remember what he looks like.

In my years of gaming, I picked up on the FPS genre real quick, and soon became one of the most skilled players in the world. Top 100. It was to the point that I earned quite a large sum of money. Now none of that actually amounts to much in real life except for the money.

Now, I sit at the edge of the floor, legs dangling over and catching the wind as the chopper rises steadily up and up. Why? Why am I here, how could I be useful?

Nothing I can do now, what are the odds of one girl going up against the entire Isky National Taskforce? "I-what if I don't survive this? I haven't even done any real training!"

The guy sitting a few feet away from me said "It's a risk we all take. It can be a bit hard to get accustomed to the concept but you'll get used to it."

My other teammate for the mission speaks up "We all do. We have to."

I drift into deep thought, mostly memory. I begin to recall something I hadn't remembered before. A voice, unlike any other. A feminine voice indeed. Who is it?
Before I can make sense of anything, the pilot calls back to us. "Hey, approaching drop point. Make sure your gear is up to date, and proceed. I check to make sure my weapons are with me. A medium sized rifle, the prototype Clicker. A small handgun I picked out myself, though it's quite old. Ever since I can remember, I have had this revolver. I named it Shay. Some medical equipment, a radio, and a survival kit containing food rations, a firestarting set and binoculars.

Sighing I say, "Alright then, let's get it done."

Jumping off the deck and landing by a burning building, bullets populating the air along with screams. Fun. Here goes nothing, Kallin May, Age 13.