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"Took you long enough," Bradley grunted as the cell door swung open.

They moved quickly, liberating from a makeshift infirmary and reclaiming their gear. The factory wasn't just a drug den; it was a front for something far more dangerous. As they fought their way toward the landing zone, planting C4 on the sarin gas storage tanks, the betrayal became clear. Someone high up— Strachen —had sold them out. Conflict: Global Storm

"Contact!" bellowed as the jungle erupted in gunfire. The extraction plan disintegrated instantly. Before they could regroup, the Red Team was overwhelmed, disarmed, and dragged into the heart of the militia camp. "Took you long enough," Bradley grunted as the

Bradley awoke in a sweltering holding cell, his head throbbing. Through the bars, he saw slumped in a corner across the hall. The militia was arrogant, leaving only a single guard at the end of the corridor. As they fought their way toward the landing