36: Close Contact

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John PoV:

I walked through the forest, trying to find my squadron. The ambush fucked me up, and I had a bullet wound in my leg. I had bandaged it, but it still annoyed me like hell spawn. Coming through the large brush revealed a camp that seemed empty, and I made sure my M1911 was full of ammo. The prior ambush had detached me from my squad, and Mozzie, Gridlock, and Rattlesnake were all god-knows-where.

The ambush was swift and sudden; That's what fucked us over. Me and my brothers' transport was taken out first, stopping the other transport due to being the lead car. Rattlesnake was able to get to Mozzie and Gridlock, but when I attempted to go through, a shot hit my leg, and to add a bit more to the mix, an RPG hit the front transport, blasting me back into the forest. I didn't see anyone friendly past then; I hadn't seen a soul.

I moved into the camp, taking into consideration the multiple trailer cars. "Hey, one of you get the drone." I ordered T and Church as I whipped my flyer out.

T: "Sir, there is a lone house of two floors ahead of you." I groaned, knowing it could be masks.

I got to the house, entering by the front door. I was clearing the living room when a noise jerked my head towards a basement door. I moved into it, making sure I had no one nearby. Once I met the landing, a mask stood in front of me. I took him down reflexively, slitting his throat as he bled out. Once I got to the lower landing, a large metal door caught my attention. I made my way through it, spotting an interrogation chair. As I kept moving forward, the door slammed shut. I didn't let the door keep my attention for long, and put my barrel to the window.

???: "I could've planted a bomb in there, you know. You know why I didn't?"

"Because you're fucken stupid?"

???: "Because we have something in common."

"I was really stupid walking in here and you're really stupid not planting a bomb in here?"

???: "Shu-... It's good to finally meet you, Bryne."

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