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Chaco…the Argentinian province nicknamed ‘The Green Hell’. Rain had been pouring down on us for hours now and it didn’t hint it would change sometime soon. While our main for pushed deeper towards the tip of the continent, we were hauled back inland to prevent the Argentinians to double back and cut our retreat, reinforcements and supplies.

Resistencia…you could not have found a better name for a province capital when you wanted to. The streets were deserted, a burnt out car wreck here and there still smouldering in the rain.

I pressed my back against the concrete wall, nodding to the squad as I slowly put my hand on the door handle. Open, flash and clear, the orders were simple…but that didn’t make them less dangerous. It wouldn’t be the first hand grenade-rigged door that maimed a commando.

As I opened the door only by a narrow margin, the flashbang was thrown in. Only moments later, we barged in, overpowering and disarming the stunned and blinded guerilleros. I signed the men to get them on the floor and restrain them as I drew my sidearm and slowly mounted the stairs.



An old family photo, the glass in the frame now cracked, reminded me of the fact this was once a home. I paused and held my breath. Wooden beams croaked and groaned. There were still others in the building…

Slowly, step by step, I continued, the thin walls my only means of cover. It was only metres from me, she stepped out, emptying her magazine. I rolled and ducked into a neighbouring room, a bullet grazing my upper arm.

I cursed her name as she used the confusion to escape the building: Lana.
Something told me this wasn’t the last time we saw that international mercenary.