Gunfire crackled through the silence. Bullets struck the truck's container in erratic bursts.
Echo One didn't return fire immediately; they moved.
Two shadows disappeared behind the landslide. One of them climbed the truck's cab.
Matilda's voice echoed on the comms.
"Left ridge. Two shooters. Suppress them."
Three suppressed shots struck into the distance; what followed was three muted coughs.
"Clear," Dmitri coldly responded after a slight pause.
Matilda closed her eyes and erupted with a feeble aura only she could sense.
"Tree line, between those tall trees. Eliminate them."
Bullets struck the edge of the edge of the tree barks. Behind it, red blood splattered onto the roots of the trees.
Their screams echoed from the tree line. Hopkins's voice followed calmly.
"Rear flank neutralized."
Matilda shifted her body in position, locking her vision into a particular direction.
The man behind the overturned sedan tightened his grip on the rifle.
