“Control, this is Jones. Package delivered. Coming home.”
The rain stopped three minutes ago. Now, only the rhythmic drip from the rusted watchtower breaks the silence. I check the P226—magazine seated, round chambered. No HUD. No crosshair. No minimap. Just me, the cold, and the hum of high-voltage lines feeding the main bunker.
“Alpha, this is Control. Status?” “Control, Alpha. All quiet.”
The bunker smells of diesel and rust. A guard walks past my hiding spot—so close I see the stubble on his chin. I hold my breath. Three seconds. Five. He passes.
I dive through the emergency exit as the blast collapses the tunnel behind me. Dirt and smoke fill the air. For a moment, silence again.
Then, the mission complete chime.
“Control, this is Jones. Package delivered. Coming home.”
The rain stopped three minutes ago. Now, only the rhythmic drip from the rusted watchtower breaks the silence. I check the P226—magazine seated, round chambered. No HUD. No crosshair. No minimap. Just me, the cold, and the hum of high-voltage lines feeding the main bunker.
“Alpha, this is Control. Status?” “Control, Alpha. All quiet.”
The bunker smells of diesel and rust. A guard walks past my hiding spot—so close I see the stubble on his chin. I hold my breath. Three seconds. Five. He passes.
I dive through the emergency exit as the blast collapses the tunnel behind me. Dirt and smoke fill the air. For a moment, silence again.
Then, the mission complete chime.