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the beach continuously, but paid much less attention to the choppy waters of the bay where most of the Titan Six team was hiding in the waves.
“Shooter, on three ... ”
Suddenly the lead commando stopped. He made a hand gesture and all six of his squad members dropped to a crouch. But their attention was focused down the beach to the east.
Hawkeye squinted to see what had alarmed them.
“Parachute,” said Tank.
The dark fabric of a parachute canopy bobbed on the waves at the water’s edge.
“Now,” said Hawkeye.
Four hundred meters away, Shooter squeezed the trigger of her sniper rifle.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
On the holographic display in the Ops Center, a small muzzle flash erupted from Shooter’s position in the trees. The round slammed into the first commando. It nearly tore the man’s right arm off at the shoulder. He cried out in surprise as the force of the impact spun him around and threw him to the ground.
The remaining five soldiers, now aware of their precarious position, all turned their weapons toward the tree line. The shot had made almost no sound. The integrated suppressor on Shooter’s AWS sniper rifle almost entirely eliminated the noise.
But the commandos had seen a brief flash from somewhere in the trees. They were focused entirely on the east end of the beach, searching for some indication of the sniper’s position to return fire.
It was a costly mistake.
TITAN SIX, SAVAGE BAY
“Now,” whispered Hawkeye.
Tank, Hawkeye, and Pyro crept out of the water behind the commandos. Titan Six’s coordinated attack took place in rapid succession.
A second shot from Shooter’s sniper rifle exploded the head of another commando. His tactical helmet provided no protection from the armor-penetrating round.
Next, Tank leapt onto the nearest soldier, yanking the man’s head back and drawing his knife across his exposed neck.
Pyro slammed into the back of the next commando in line, pitching him forward onto his face. Sitting astride the man’s back, Pyro jammed his knife upward at his waistline, penetrating his lower back beneath his body armor.
A third round from Shooter’s sniper rifle slammed into the rocks just centimeters from one of the remaining enemy soldiers.
Hawkeye sprinted up behind the leader, who continued to focus his attention on the tree line. The commando raised his assault rifle to fire at Shooter’s position. Hawkeye snaked an arm around the man’s neck from behind, then knocked him off his feet backwards. The soldier fell on his back in the water. Hawkeye dropped one knee down hard on them man’s right arm, pinning his weapon beneath the waves. With one hand, he held the man’s head underneath the surface of the water. With the other, he stabbed his knife upward into the underside of the commando’s jaw. The blade thrust up into his skull, and the commando instantly went limp.
One commando remained standing. Shooter looked through her night scope and centered the crosshairs on the man’s head. Before she could fire, Gator sprang from the waves and swung the butt of his assault rifle into the side of the man’s head with tremendous force. There was a loud crack as the his head jerked to one side. He dropped to the ground in a heap.
“K.O.,” said Gator.
“Finish it,” said Hawkeye.
Gator knelt and fired a round from his Glock point-blank into the soldier’s head.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
“ -- clear,” said Hawkeye.
“Clear,” said Shooter and Gator, one after the other. The avatars on the display that had belonged to the six commandos were now fading from red to pale yellow.
The color drained from Cruz’s face. Her stomach churned at the brutality of the violence that had unfolded.
“Are you okay?” asked Dr. Ambergris.
Cruz nodded her head. Her face took on a light green hue.
On the holographic display, the Titan Six team moved from the beach into the woods north of Savage Bay.
“SitRep,” asked
“Shooter, on three ... ”
Suddenly the lead commando stopped. He made a hand gesture and all six of his squad members dropped to a crouch. But their attention was focused down the beach to the east.
Hawkeye squinted to see what had alarmed them.
“Parachute,” said Tank.
The dark fabric of a parachute canopy bobbed on the waves at the water’s edge.
“Now,” said Hawkeye.
Four hundred meters away, Shooter squeezed the trigger of her sniper rifle.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
On the holographic display in the Ops Center, a small muzzle flash erupted from Shooter’s position in the trees. The round slammed into the first commando. It nearly tore the man’s right arm off at the shoulder. He cried out in surprise as the force of the impact spun him around and threw him to the ground.
The remaining five soldiers, now aware of their precarious position, all turned their weapons toward the tree line. The shot had made almost no sound. The integrated suppressor on Shooter’s AWS sniper rifle almost entirely eliminated the noise.
But the commandos had seen a brief flash from somewhere in the trees. They were focused entirely on the east end of the beach, searching for some indication of the sniper’s position to return fire.
It was a costly mistake.
TITAN SIX, SAVAGE BAY
“Now,” whispered Hawkeye.
Tank, Hawkeye, and Pyro crept out of the water behind the commandos. Titan Six’s coordinated attack took place in rapid succession.
A second shot from Shooter’s sniper rifle exploded the head of another commando. His tactical helmet provided no protection from the armor-penetrating round.
Next, Tank leapt onto the nearest soldier, yanking the man’s head back and drawing his knife across his exposed neck.
Pyro slammed into the back of the next commando in line, pitching him forward onto his face. Sitting astride the man’s back, Pyro jammed his knife upward at his waistline, penetrating his lower back beneath his body armor.
A third round from Shooter’s sniper rifle slammed into the rocks just centimeters from one of the remaining enemy soldiers.
Hawkeye sprinted up behind the leader, who continued to focus his attention on the tree line. The commando raised his assault rifle to fire at Shooter’s position. Hawkeye snaked an arm around the man’s neck from behind, then knocked him off his feet backwards. The soldier fell on his back in the water. Hawkeye dropped one knee down hard on them man’s right arm, pinning his weapon beneath the waves. With one hand, he held the man’s head underneath the surface of the water. With the other, he stabbed his knife upward into the underside of the commando’s jaw. The blade thrust up into his skull, and the commando instantly went limp.
One commando remained standing. Shooter looked through her night scope and centered the crosshairs on the man’s head. Before she could fire, Gator sprang from the waves and swung the butt of his assault rifle into the side of the man’s head with tremendous force. There was a loud crack as the his head jerked to one side. He dropped to the ground in a heap.
“K.O.,” said Gator.
“Finish it,” said Hawkeye.
Gator knelt and fired a round from his Glock point-blank into the soldier’s head.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
“ -- clear,” said Hawkeye.
“Clear,” said Shooter and Gator, one after the other. The avatars on the display that had belonged to the six commandos were now fading from red to pale yellow.
The color drained from Cruz’s face. Her stomach churned at the brutality of the violence that had unfolded.
“Are you okay?” asked Dr. Ambergris.
Cruz nodded her head. Her face took on a light green hue.
On the holographic display, the Titan Six team moved from the beach into the woods north of Savage Bay.
“SitRep,” asked
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