Project I.g.i. -
I drag the body into the shadow of a decommissioned T-72. Two minutes later, a patrol dog sniffs the air. I freeze. The handler yanks the leash. The dog growls once, then moves on. My heart is a jackhammer in my chest.
Location: Abandoned Dzyarzhynets military compound, Northern Belarus. Time: 02:47. No moon. Operator: David Jones. Solo infiltration. Project I.G.I.
The first sentry is easy. He smokes near the generator shed. Crouch-walk through the tall grass, feel the gravel crunch under your boots, stop. Wait for him to turn. One suppressed round to the temple— thwip . He drops without a radio call. I drag the body into the shadow of a decommissioned T-72
“Alpha, this is Control. Status?” “Control, Alpha. All quiet.” this is Control. Status?” “Control
Then, the mission complete chime.