"I have eyes on target, permission to engage?"
"Permission granted."
"Copy that, engaging."
Boom! An explosion went off sending me flying off the rig and I lost conscientiousness. I woke up three hours later miles down the river and was wondering what went wrong. My radio is down and I have no other way to contact my team. I assume that they are dead from the explosion. I set up a small camp got ready to move at first day light. The only way I think we were found is that somebody on the inside sold us out. I began to walk through the dense forest and I hear a rustle in the trees....
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