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the opportunity to kick my feet off the wall, propelling myself over the bullet-riddled floor toward the commander’s lifeless body, shooting at anything that moved. I wanted to kill every last muthafucker out there. They all had to pay for his death.
    The bullets stopped flying, and when the air cleared of smoke, I saw the rebels lying dead in a heap of bloodied flesh at the end of the hallway. The team rushed over to tend to the commander, shaking his body, calling out his name, trying as best they could to resuscitate him, and even though everything in our training told us he was already gone, none of us wanted to accept it.
    The sounds of footsteps and yelling ascending the staircase filled the room. The men gathered the ammunition and extra magazines from the commander’s body as they dragged him away from the doorway, once again taking cover behind the walls. The footsteps got closer as the sound of gunfire ensued, the bullets whizzed through the door, hitting the adjacent wall. We readied ourselves for the fight, cocking our weapons and adjusting our night vision goggles. Oliver even pulled out his crucifix from behind his Kevlar vest and kissed it as he said a quiet prayer to himself.
    We held our breath for the battle to come. Silence once again filled the room. It was the calm before the storm, and in this case, the storm was the distinct sound of metal hitting the floor and rolling toward the room.
    I instinctively knew what the sound was, and yelled, “Grenade!”
    We made a mad dash for the one window in the room.
    I was the first one out, jamming my knee into the glass to break it. I held my arms up to my face to block the shattering shards of glass from cutting me or getting into my eyes. Erik and Oliver followed closely behind, the grenade going off right as I was halfway between the second floor of the building and the street. The blast propelled me even faster onto the ground, making my impact feel as though I had fallen from a five story building instead of only two.
    My body smacked against the ground. I could taste the dirt in my mouth, and feel the heat wave from the blast burning my skin, singeing my delicate lungs as I lay still on the ground, gasping for air. Still dazed from the impact, and my cheek planted firmly against the dirt, my eyes widened when I caught sight of Oliver’s body smashed flat on top of an old beat up Pinto. The collision crumpled in the entire roof of the car onto the seats below, triggering the glass to explode outwards onto the street. His body lay limp, his arms and legs were sprawled out over the hood and trunk.
    I tried to reach out my arm, but my battered and bruised body was in no shape to help anyone at that point; I couldn’t even help myself. The rebels’ shoes kicked up dirt as they ran past me to inspect the fallen and contorted bodies of my crew.
    With the last of my strength, I reached for my emergency beacon, and with all my might, I pressed the button to signal that I needed extraction. My hand fell back to the ground as I heard voices speaking over me and felt hands patting me down, all of which slowly faded away into the background. As my eyesight blurred, a set of worn, dusty black boots stopped in front of me, kicking dirt and debris into my eyes and mouth. I coughed as my lids fluttered shut and the world went black.
    “Wake up, asshole,” a voice pierced through the darkness of my slumber, followed by a jostling hand.
    I came to, restrained to a wooden chair, with an imposing black-haired man standing over me.
    “He’s awake,” he alerted the insurgents standing around the dirty room.
    Fuck, where am I?
    A few moments later, a short Asian man with small, rectangular glasses, dressed in a light gray suit, walked in.
    “Welcome, Mr. Black. I am Ethan Cheng,” the man greeted as he placed his glasses in his breast pocket.
    “How do you know my name?” I asked in a crackling voice, struggling against the metal handcuffs.
    “Your dog tags, of