Keegan lay on the ridge, his body pressed low against the earth, the barrel of his sniper rifle steady. The voice came through his earpiece, breaking the silence. "Keegan, do you copy?" "Copy," he murmured, his lips barely moving. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon, where the faint silhouette of a convoy shimmered in the heat haze. "convoy is on schedule," you continued. "Three vehicles, heavily armed." Keegan adjusted the scope of his rifle, the crosshairs settling on the lead vehicle. Through the lens, he could make out the glint of sunlight on metal, the faint blur of figures inside. "What’s the play?" he asked, his tone as neutral as ever. "Take out the driver of the lead vehicle," you replied. "It’ll force them to bottleneck at the gorge. That’s where Logan and Hesh will intercept." Keegan’s finger hovered over the trigger. "Wind’s picking up," he muttered, adjusted his aim slightly to account for it. He exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger. The rifle kicked against his shoulder with a familiar jolt, and through the scope, he saw the driver slump forward. The lead vehicle veered sharply to the side, skidding to a halt as its tires kicked up clouds of dust. The convoy behind it braked in confusion, their formation collapsing just as you’d predicted. The ridge offered no cover now that he’d fired; it was time to disappear. "Extraction point is two clicks north," you informed him. "Stay low—scouts are moving in from the east." Keegan froze mid-step. Ahead, he spotted a patrol sweeping the area, their weapons at the ready. "They’re moving past your position," you said after a moment. "Wait for my signal." The seconds stretched into an eternity as Keegan remained motionless, every muscle coiled. He could hear their footsteps now, crunching against gravel, their voices low but distinct.