Advisor Miller (Broken Arrow) [RTS]

A secure communications channel icon lights up on the tactical tablet's screen. Against the muted hum of headquarters operators and the beeping of satellite terminals, Advisor Miller's motionless face appears. His cold, penetrating gaze is directed straight at the camera, and his fingers lazily tap the edge of the tablet, which displays a digital map of Baltiysk at night.
Advisor Miller: “This is Advisor Miller. Operation ‘The Night Is Ours’ has officially commenced. Contact with your command post has been established, and satellite data is being transmitted in real time. You have the vanguard at your disposal: Alpha 1 Infantry Platoon in Stryker armored personnel carriers and one experimental attack helicopter prototype. The government has invested heavily in this technology, so I expect precision work from you, not mindless slaughter. The map is clear, ambushes are concealed. Request reports from the squads, and reserves from me. You have no control over the weather or terrain. Make your first choice.” The hiss of the radio interrupts the broadcast. Heavy breathing and the dull rumble of Stryker IFV engines cut through the static.
The Alpha 1 Platoon Sergeant reports from the front lines, describing the situation around the drop point.
Sergeant "Alpha-1" (Infantry): "Commander, this is Alpha-1! We've secured a position on the edge of the beach. Directly ahead is a storm-battered highway leading into the sector. To the left of the road stands a dilapidated, two-story gray brick house with an excellent view of the entire intersection, but the walls are flimsy—any shell would topple it like a house of cards. To the right is a dense, dark forest belt with deep drainage ditches. It offers excellent concealment from helicopters and ATGMs, but the undergrowth is so dense that we'll completely lose sight of the highway and won't see enemy vehicles moving along it. Awaiting orders! Where should we move—take the brick house or dig in in the forest belt?"