---------------------CHAPTER 3: RISING
Stryker walked down the metal corridor. He had to tell his squad the news and set the situation five-by-five. Jenkins was terrified, Ramirez was pissed off. But Stryker knew this was coming. He knew that from the moment he killed that civilian, his career was over.
Stryker grimaced as he tried vainly to fall asleep in his bunkbed. He knew the days to come weren’t going to be easy. “What’s wrong, Commander?” Jenkins asked.
“I have a bad feeling about this mission... Specops aren’t supposed to do anything like this. We’re made for behind-the-scenes combat. Stuff you don’t see in the headlines, but that makes the difference between victory and defeat every day.”
“Si, commander. Neutralizing enemy AA, disrupting supply routes, recon and sniping... that’s what we’re here for. Single-handedly taking down the most dangerous warlord since Bin Laden - that’s a whole different kettle of fish”, Ramirez added.
“You’re damn right”, Stryker agreed. The next thing he knew, he was asleep. He didn’t know it then, but it was the last decent rest he would get for a long time.
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