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“The weapons case is all that matters! Just exfil!”
The cries of her dying teammates echoed in her ears as she swam through the river, grounded jet ski forgotten.
Spoons’ eyes strained to adjust from the dark river to the bright Al Mazrah light as they bolted for an abandoned armored truck.
They were pinned down, but it didn’t matter – the chopper was here. Spoons dashed from their meager rock cover, trailed by gunfire.
As soon as Spoons was in the chopper –
“Spoons, you did it! You did it!”
“GET BACK IN PRONE! SPOONS, NO!”
“Holy shit, we did it.”