Chapter 57: Trained To Make Others Die

Chapter 57: Trained To Make Others Die

Raven lay prone on the rooftop, the rifle’s cold stock pressed hard against her cheek. Pre-dawn air clung to her skin, damp with the smell of wet asphalt and the faint metallic bite of gun oil. The weapon felt heavier than anything she usually carried. Longer. Unfamiliar. The knife on her hip rested quiet, almost ornamental tonight, its weight a ghost she no longer reached for.

Forty meters below, the predicted entry point waited in shadow. Narrow access road. Concrete barriers. The kind of choke point mercenaries trusted because it looked simple on paper.

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