LOCATION CLASSIFIED—Grumbling “Not this shit once more” as a shadowy determine zipped round on the edges of his imaginative and prescient, elite commando Maj. Teddy “Sandman” Hawthorne confirmed Friday that he was sick of unseen assailants darting by means of the fog to quietly dispatch his workforce one after the other. “Man, it actually ticks me off after I deploy for a categorised mission in low-visibility circumstances just for a mysterious foe to play cat and mouse selecting off my squad of hardened operators,” Hawthorne mentioned as a stifled shout went up from someplace behind him, with bystanders reporting that the commando then rolled his eyes in seen annoyance after discovering his radioman slumped in opposition to a tree stump together with his neck snapped. “I bust my ass placing collectively a crack workforce of the easiest troopers just for some wraithlike adversary to leap down from an overhanging department and execute a silent takedown earlier than receding into the shadows to strike once more. It pushes my buttons each time. Wildly firing my machine gun into the mist makes me really feel just a little higher, nevertheless it by no means truly stops the bastards. They simply breeze proper previous me and stealthily slit one other man’s throat. Dammit, I took this job to be the hunter, not the hunted. It’s an enormous pet peeve of mine to be the hunted!” At press time, Hawthorne was reportedly getting ready to offer the assailant a chunk of his thoughts after a rope snare left him dangling helplessly by one ankle.
