Chapter 9 - THE NORTHERN BORDER.
The helicopter ride was silent, the tension in the cabin thick enough to cut with a blade.
Below us, the desolate landscape of the northern border stretched out in the moonlight.
I stared down at the sprawling compound, identifying the heavily guarded hangar.
"Two minutes to drop," the pilot announced over the comms.
I checked my gear one last time, my heart hammering against my ribs.
This was not a rescue mission orchestrated by law enforcement.
This was an act of war.
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We fast-roped down to the perimeter, dissolving into the shadows of the tree line.
The guards patrolling the fence never even saw us coming.
