Well, that would have been fucking useful to know before I wasted all those points. God damn—

Stop. You are allowing your rage to impair your judgment, shifting away from logical reasoning. It does not matter whose fault it is, it matters how you are able to manipulate the situation to our advantage. Calm yourself.

With a heavy sigh Alan accepted the purchase.

So, what? In the future we should spent ability points on the abilities like flying, or stats?

Both of those are also able to be gained with the right materials and training. Most purchasable skills and stats are able to be gained through other means. Still, some are harder to train than others, and these skills are typically accompanied by a much higher ability point cost. I advise saving up and purchasing the Talented ability, then saving for the class upgrade, as that will also cost ability points.

Fine, Alan sent. The earlier point about Eve being his babysitter sort of hurt, but, well, following Eve's directions was the optimal way to play. DaLong was just jealous.

Activating his armor's invisibility he exited the bunker, and ran north along the side of a coastal road, remaining vigilant for any sign of enemies. They had 90 minutes before enemy reinforcements arrived; Alan was supposed to report back in 15.

Alan knew he was in a sacrificial position, supposed to be more of a distraction than anything else. No one expected he’d survive the round. But they didn't know the capabilities of his new armor. With that, he'd take the fort himself.

Fort Point, according to Ace, was located just below the Golden Gate Bridge, more of a watch tower than an actual military base. Alan verified this information with Eve. Capturing it was quite simple. After the area's boss was defeated he had to stand on a point, a Control Point. That was it. They just had no idea who, or what, the area boss was, just that they had to stay close to the Control Point. Players, machines or NPCs could perform the task.

Alan continued running, making his way to the Golden Gate Bridge. Eve had determined this was the most defensible position, giving him a high ground advantage. She began highlighting a few patrols as Alan approached the fort. They were unable to see him, but he made sure to stay far enough away that they couldn't hear him.

As he ran Alan kept expecting a car to appear, yet none ever did.

When he approached the edge of the bridge the signs of a battle emerged - various scorch marks highlighted by Eve. The marks seemed old though, the result of something that happened long before. Alan saw why there weren’t any vehicles crossing the bridge; a section had been obliterated, dividing the bridge in two, preventing any crossing. Only burnt out vehicles remained on the bridge, immobile, scattered about like ants.

A single gunner team sat atop the bridge, guarding the entrance. Alan walked right by them after Eve gave the go ahead; they had no motion detectors set up. Directly below the right side of the entrance was Fort Point.