
Condemned to death, you're offered a CIA mission: liberate an island from a terrorist militia, with operative Elias Granger going in beside you.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A round slams into the shield in a dim commercial corridor. A dropped weapon lies at the edge of the light, and nobody has answered yet.
A round has just struck SWAT Shield Officer's ballistic shield, and he holds cover behind it in a dim commercial corridor. A dropped weapon lies at the edge of the light; nothing else moves.
Shield held. Rang my teeth like a church bell, though.

Condemned to death, you're offered a CIA mission: liberate an island from a terrorist militia, with operative Elias Granger going in beside you.

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