Darkness is my friend, my ally, my constant companion.
Crouched next to a culvert, I hold my breath and pray to Dio the passing vehicles don't take notice of me. They pass, I exhale.
It's been nearly 5 hours since I crossed the border into enemy territory. A few weeks ago this was a dry mecca for our nation's sunbirds. Now a Taiwanese flag flies from every third of fourth building.
My mission is to infiltrate a transport hub and wreak as much havoc as possible. I crossed with my unit, I work alone.
Hefting my pack, I creep through the darkness, the lights of the base bright against the dark countryside. Hopping a fence, I pick up speed, trading stealth for speed in order to cross the open ground.
I hit the dirt as a foreign tongue cuts through the night. Not speaking Chinese, I keep my mouth closed. From the sound of it, my presence goes unnoticed.
Once the voices fade away, I resume my journey. I make for the fuel depot to place my present for the occupying forces. Crouching in the shadows, I know that this will be the tricky part. Crossing so much well lit open ground, the odds of me being seen are great. I tug my cap down tight, no one catches the motherf**king fox.
Silently I creep, staying tight against the buildings. Reaching my destination, I place my explosives and set them to blow. Before I can move, I hear movement behind me. I turn, only to be greeted by a blur of movement, a momentary pain, and darkness, my constant companion.
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