The desert night exploded with gunfire.
Axel dropped the first guard with a single shot to the chest, his movements fluid and precise. The Covenant supply convoy had stopped for the night at a small outpost, its guards complacent, its defenses minimal. They hadn't expected an attack. They were wrong.
"Troy, cover the left flank!" Axel shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Sable, you're with me!"
The team moved like a well-oiled machine, their months of fighting together paying off. Troy's rifle roared, dropping two more guards. Sable appeared from the shadows, her knife finding its mark with surgical precision.
"Vance, how many vehicles?" Axel asked into his earpiece.
"Four trucks, two armored personnel carriers," Vance replied. "They're carrying weapons, ammunition, and food
