Heavy Fire Afghanistan 〈Extended ●〉

“Outlaw! Follow me!”

But plans, as Hatch knew, were just optimistic lies written on whiteboards in air-conditioned rooms. Heavy Fire Afghanistan

“No!” Hatch yelled, but the scream was lost in the din. He felt a cold, hard fury replace the fear. He stood up, ignoring the rounds cracking past his ears, and hosed the ditch. He emptied the entire two-hundred-round drum. The bodies of the flanking force crumpled into the tall grass. “Outlaw

“Contact front!” screamed Private First Class Miller, the point man. “Outlaw! Follow me!” But plans

Delgado’s radio crackled. “Outlaw 2-1, we see your tracers. But we have a company-strength element between us. We cannot reach you. CAS is ten minutes out.”