"Fire in the hole!"
Northern Darfur, inside the "Musician" defense base building.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Major Eitan's shout was like a drawn blade.
He was the first to crash into the swirling smoke, his body crouched low, pressed tightly against the cold metal door frame, with the stock of his X95 assault rifle firmly braced against his shoulder.
In the eerie green vision of the night vision goggles, the pervasive dust resembled murky ghostly shadows.
Behind him, the elite members of the "Poison Fang" and "Poison Snake" teams burst in like arrows, maneuvering in the drilled "cut-room" formation, with the red dots from infrared lasers sweeping swiftly and steadily through every corner of potential lurking death, like the tongue of a snake.
Puff puff puff—
Bang bang bang—
Puff puff puff—
The sound of different guns firing through silencers echoed, especially eerie amidst the smoke-filled command center.
"Clear!" A short, forceful confirmation from the left side.
