The bulletproof SUV jolted wildly over the bumpy dirt road, the modified suspension system emitting a dull groan.
Sanders clenched the steering wheel tightly, his sharp gaze scanning the rear-view mirror.
In the back seat, medic "Patch" was kneeling in the cramped space, desperately pressing on the wound of a young mercenary's abdomen.
Blood kept seeping through his fingers, flowing down the anti-slip patterned floor.
"Hang in there, rookie! We're almost there!"
Sanders yelled to the back seat, his foot pressing the gas pedal a bit deeper.
In the mirror, the wreckage of the destroyed pickup burned far behind them, its thick black smoke standing like a tombstone on the wasteland—
the brutal evidence of Mans Squad's ambush half an hour ago.
By the time Sanders arrived with reinforcements, the 1515 Armed militants' attack had temporarily ended, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
