SITA
It was a rough site in here. The base wasn’t just a place with a few buildings housing armed me. It had a bunker, and that bunker was where the man I shot down pointed at.
But, wait, who could that man be? the rest of his gang spoke French when they were hit, but he spoke not just English, but the American sort of it.
I left the bunker and went in search of him, but he was gone from the midst of already dead and stiffening boys. Yes, when my bullet hits you, it stiffens you in five minutes, so, you wouldn’t survive my hit for any damn reason, but this fellow had somehow limped out.
“Shit.” I spat and went in search of him. We couldn't leave traces on such a mission. He heard my voice, and for that, he should be dead.
“Agent 555, henchman on the run,” I shouted and hea
