With a creased map in hand, Percival trekked alongside Soren to a nearby abandoned mine.

At the mine’s entrance, they stumbled upon a covert mark of White Tiger etched into the rock face, its meaning unclear yet undeniably significant. And there, scattered nearby, lay a cache of critical documents belonging to CK.

“Base, this is Soren. We’ve found the mark,” Soren hollered into his headset.

A different voice crackled back, not Micah’s as expected, but that of the HQ commander. “Copy that. Proceed underground.”

Exchanging a glance, Percival and Soren strapped on their oxygen masks and descended into the bowels of the earth.

Markers bearing White Tiger’s emblem appeared sporadically along the mine’s tunnels—faded, but a trail they could follow nonetheless.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew thin, and a faint, metallic scent of blood wafted from the depths.

Suddenly, a clod of earth tumbled from directly above Percival.

“Run!” Percival barked, his eyes dark with urgency.

With lightning reflexes, Soren signaled to the team behind them, and the third squad retreated in a disciplined dash toward the exit.

Then, a thunderous collapse echoed from behind Soren.

“Captain!” He yelled.

“Get out of here. That’s an order!” Percival’s voice crackled through the headset as Soren could only glimpse his silhouette through the narrowing gaps in the debris.

“Captain, I’ll get you out!” Soren halted along with a few others.

Percival’s voice was icy. “Get lost. After you’re out, find Vivienne!”

Leopold and Thomas, sensing the gravity of the situation, called out, “Captain, report your status!”

“Mine… Collapse… Get out…”

Percival’s voice faded into static.

back toward Percival’s last known location. However, before they could get close,

the terrain, the front squad

boosted their firepower and rescued

shouted into the mic, “Wolf, unidentified forces are

Soren, “Comms

above, Soren knew

escape and return with

streaming, Soren vowed, “Captain,

without injuries—broken limbs and, for

back to life with Micah’s voice urging Wolf to

his teeth, Soren radioed, “HQ, Wolf’s comms are down. Send me the coordinates of

consequences. They had to down the helicopters

and

ended the fight, downing two helicopters,

casualties

his head hastily bandaged, relayed Percival’s location to Leopold, insisting they

other members and strapped them on, his voice a mix of anger and

the sentiment. “Second squad,

to follow, dizziness from blood loss nearly

to report and heal. Or the captain will have

over, nearly collapsing. “Everyone,

in there!” Leopold roared,

with him. There was no way he would let Percival be buried down

the stakes but stood firm. “Look at your men. They’re heavily wounded, and their lives matter, too. Back to base,

Leopold aside and took Soren from Thomas. “Get him treated, then

urgent news. “Deputy director, it’s the

the handset.

operation? I told you to wait for satellite confirmation

the loud

followed orders from HQ to enter the mine. When

an enraged voice came from the other side, “Bullshit!

struck Micah. “Check the comms

and yelled

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