The 5 squads, sixteen members in total, split up and lay in ambush on both sides of the hillside. Renee Morgan, the sniper, took the highest perch halfway up the slope, all by herself.
The Red Team from border defense chased up to this point, already aware of their numbers, roughly a dozen people, and felt very confident about it.
Louis led the main force right to the border checkpoint, asking for their exact combat position. After relaying the details, he let go of his earpiece, eyes sharp, a confident fire blazing underneath—dead set on victory.
More than twenty people moved forward in staggered steps, crouching and advancing slowly, inching up the hillside, just about ready to unleash hell when—
Suddenly, a gunshot erupted. "Bang!" One of their team members, right in the middle, his forehead burst open like a melon, smoke curling up.
Red Team members jolted to high alert, glancing at each other in panic.
That cold, mechanical voice crackled in their headsets.
