Steiner looked at the drive in his hand. The "Wolf Fire" files were complete. Now, he just had to survive the next sixty seconds of open-field sprinting to reach the chopper’s skids. View Archive
: Steiner moved through the high grass bordering the enemy's communications array. The mission was no longer just about rescue; the intel recovered in Part 02 suggested the "Fire" protocol wasn't a tactical strike, but a scorched-earth directive targeting every village in the sector. wolf fire.part03.rar
: Inside the tent, the terminal was still active. He jammed a ruggedized drive into the port. The progress bar crawled: 10%... 40%... 90%... Outside, the Hind-D had spotted him. The ground shook as 57mm rockets began to tear the command center apart. Steiner looked at the drive in his hand
The jungle didn't just have eyes; it had a heartbeat—the rhythmic, mechanical thrum of a Hind-D circling somewhere above the canopy. Sergeant "Wolf" Steiner wiped a mixture of mud and cooling gun oil from his brow. His Uzi felt heavy, the last three magazines taped together in a desperate "jungle style" reload. View Archive : Steiner moved through the high
: He reached the perimeter fence. With a pair of insulated cutters, he made a gap just wide enough for a ghost. Inside, the camp hummed with the frantic energy of a retreating army. They were burning documents—the very evidence Steiner needed to bring home.
: With the drive secured, Steiner didn't use the door. He dove through the back canvas just as a rocket leveled the structure. He hit the dirt rolling, the roar of a friendly Huey finally breaking through the treeline. The rescue team was here, but the jungle was already screaming with the sirens of a hundred alerted soldiers.
: Silence was a luxury he could no longer afford. He kicked over a barrel of fuel, tossed a flare, and let the chaos become his cover. As the first explosion rocked the motor pool, Steiner sprinted toward the command tent, his weapon spitting lead at anything in a gray uniform.