Crack. Crack
Pat! Pat! Boom!
Ra-tat-tat. Ra-tat-tat.
Every now and then, heated exchanges erupted around the small town.
The booms came from either Athena's suicide drones, missiles, or terrorists' RPGs.
The louder blasts usually belonged to suicide bombers, but since Delta 3 had once encountered a war cry, Spirit Fox operatives never hesitated to fire a bullet if a civilian ran in their direction.
Running away from Spirit Fox or hiding in buildings was safer than staying outside, even if they were assaulting within.
After all, no sane civilian would run out into the middle of a firefight unless pushed to the extreme.
In a room somewhere.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The door was broken into pieces as a shadow rolled in and crawled toward safety.
The mud pebbles on the threshold exploded from projectiles.
The figure heaved a sigh of relief. "Phew, lucky me. What's happening now?"
He patted his vest and brushed off the dust.
His question drew no answer.
