Adams

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A few days earlier...

Adams wakes up with burn marks all over his face, a couple rounds left in his SAW. Shuffling is heard in the sand, which prompts Adams to point his gun behind him.

"Freeze!" A damned soldier is right there, arms held open.

"Don't shoot! I just want to go home." Those words had a disarming effect on Adams. Realizing he was just like him, a soldier following orders of a madman.

"You're letting me go?" The soldier asked, clearly surprised.

"No, we're getting out of here. I'm done carrying out someone else's orders. Walker can get shot by Konrad a thousand times for all I care."

"Konrad? He's dead." The soldier replied. This caused Adams to laugh in disbelief.

"What?" The soldier inquired.

Adams replied "The whole reason I'm in this fucking mess is because my Captain said he heard Konrad taunting him on the radio, and insisted it was all on Konrad. You sure he's dead?"

"I was the one who found his corpse, bullet in his brain."

"Fucking Martin is gonna freak when he finds out. So all this was his fault?"

The soldier nods. Adams picks up a discarded rifle and hands it to the soldier.

"Here you go, lets get the hell out of here.

The soldier checked his rifle and they head off. He would then ask: "What's your name?"

"Adams, and you are?"

"Pozza".

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