“Echo Bases six and five have fallen, I repeat, Echo Bases six and five have fallen,” one of the snipers said frantically into one of the Walkie-Talkies from behind me. Through my scope I quickly checked Delta Hill. One Daemon was standing in front of the hill, staring up into the trees. Realization crossed his face. His body became a blur as he turned, looking back to the field. The barrel of my gun shot back as I fired a .50 into his chest. The Daemon was blown off his feet and landed on his back.
“Just stopped another Daemon from reporting Delta Hill. I swear, if Marcus doesn’t bring them out soon, they will be discovered. Right now Alpha Team is getting overrun!” I shouted over the gunfire.
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