The same senses that had kept him and his men alive on the front lines of the war on terror until that last deployment were now telling him something was wrong. Last time you didn’t listen to that voice you got your entire element killed, Reece. Last time I cared about keeping my men alive. Now it is just me, and I am already dead. Patience, Reece. No need to rush to your death. Make it count and finish the job. Keep scanning. That’s when he spotted the sniper.
