Soldier

Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke up to find my team was gone. They had left without me, leaving me feeling betrayed and confused. Determined to find them, I quickly showered and dressed, arming myself with my trusty M416 and Beretta M9.

As I headed to the barracks, I inquired about their whereabouts from the cook. He nonchalantly responded, "That team disappears for days; good luck finding them." Undeterred, I vowed to locate them and set off into the vast desert.

With the sun beating down and sand dunes stretching in every direction, I relied on my hybrid abilities to track my team's movements. My heightened senses helped me pick up their trail about three dunes away, and I silently followed, keen to uncover the mystery behind their sudden departure.

As I observed my team from a safe distance, I noticed something unusual. In the distance, three black SUVs came into view, raising my suspicion. Squinting my eyes, I managed to make out a figure stepping out of the second SUV, and to my dismay, it was Daryll.

A realization dawned on me: Daryll was working with someone else, someone who may have orchestrated my team's disappearance. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and I knew I had to act quickly.

I retrieved a bullet designed for a sniper rifle, capable of taking down even the most formidable foes. Aiming carefully through the scope, I targeted Daryll's heart, knowing that this was the opportunity I needed to stop him once and for all.

With a steady hand, I pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck true. However, the long-range shot had a slight bullet drop, and instead of hitting his heart, it found its mark in his stomach. Daryll collapsed in pain, but he was still alive.

Chaos erupted as I started shooting at the remaining adversaries, but soon, Glen, one of my own team members, returned fire at me. My heart sank at the betrayal. I had never expected one of my own comrades to side with Daryll.

In a desperate bid to escape, I sprinted through the unforgiving desert, bullets whizzing past me. The confrontation with Daryll was meant to be the end of him, but it seemed that fate had other plans. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much larger, dangerous game.

As I made my escape, I vowed to find out the truth behind my team's sudden departure and Glen's betrayal. There was a hidden web of secrets and alliances, and I was determined to unravel it all.

The desert sun beat down on me as I ran, thoughts swirling in my mind. Who could be behind this sinister plot? What were Daryll's true intentions, and why did Glen choose to side with him?

I knew that I couldn't confront Daryll again until I had all the answers. As I moved forward, my mission shifted from merely surviving to uncovering the truth and putting an end to the web of deceit that had entangled my life.

In the heart of the unforgiving desert, where the line between friend and foe blurred, I prepared myself for the next chapter in this perilous journey, knowing that the answers I sought might lead me to an even greater danger that lay ahead.