The tunnels are dark. They drip. The silence lets us hear our heartbeats. As we advance, other sounds intrude. Lock and load.
I was waved off to the tunnel on the left–me and Shipp. It wasn't a tunnel; it was a room. As I panned my night scope around I saw chains hanging from the wall. I'm not doing this again. After this one, I'm out.
But I keep going back. I always will. Next mission is Friday. I'm ready.
I need a beer.
Does any anon have a good theory on how the sleepers situation will pan out since "we have it all"?
I think it could really screw up the election for POTUS.