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... gainst the side wall of the UH-60 Blackhawk. His gloved hands calmly checked over his rifle for the third time—round chambered, suppressor locked, optics clean. Across from him, Shadow 3 and 4 were locked in a quiet rhythm—checking gear, confirming ammo, syncing HUDs. No talking. Just precision.
The Blackhawk thumped through the night, rotors slicing the humid air above what used to be a fortified command base. Now, it looked like a scene pulled straight out of hell. Flames painted the h ...
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