The Game’s Agenda
As if everything was silenced in that instance, in Macord’s eyes. He is watching the gruesome scene from the large monitor. The men he sent to their deaths, he can’t fathom how hard it is to watch them be torn apart. Limb by limb… *Thud He brought down his earpiece in resignation after complete annihilation. “Sir.” One had come forward handing a phone to him. “Hello?” He lethargically answered. “Macord! I can’t connect to Team 8. What is the status?” It’s Yuslan on the other side. Macord could hear the helicopter’s whirring in the background. “...” *Bzzzzzzz “Macord? Macord?! What is the status report?” As he opened his mouth, no word came out. He is being haunted by the look of the dead open eye soldier in the monitor. *Swing The red hard door opened and multiple footsteps c
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