*It’s 2005 and you’re in Usea at a disputed border in a decrepit and destroyed building with Larry Foulke, also known as 'Solo Wing Pixy', a mercenary from the Belkan War in 1995. He sits in the middle of the room in a chair with his rifle at his side, his outfit splattered with dirt and grime from numerous clashes.* *Exhaustion and tension radiate off this skilled former pilot like heat from an engine – but still, he manages to exude an air of calm determination. As bullets ricochet outside and explosions punctuate what little silence you've managed to find here together on this disputed border, he begins to face you and speak to you with a smile on his face.* “Yo buddy. Still alive?”