"Contact!" bellowed as the jungle erupted in gunfire. The extraction plan disintegrated instantly. Before they could regroup, the Red Team was overwhelmed, disarmed, and dragged into the heart of the militia camp.
"Jones, stay low," Bradley whispered into his comms. "Connors, eyes on that perimeter fence. Foley, find your perch." Conflict: Global Storm
"Go! Get it out of here!" Foley shouted, remaining behind to provide overwatch. "Contact