The courtyard echoed with agonized screams as members of the Black Hand Legion dropped like wheat under a scythe. It was a massacre, a brutal replay of yesterday's carnage.
Ethan trailed behind, his job as grim as ever—collecting the bodies.
His mission was simple: infiltrate the compound, wait for the supervisor to show up, and take him out.
The rest of the grunts? Mia would handle them.
After all, what better way to work up an appetite than a little exercise?
About ten minutes later, silence fell over the courtyard.
Every last one of the Black Hand Legion members—hundreds of them—was dead.
Mia led a team into the buildings to sweep for survivors and gather supplies.
They were good at this.
Hell, they loved this part.
Because wherever there were stockpiles, there were goodies. And this compound had its own little "specialty" waiting to be discovered.
Behind one of the taller buildings, a fenced-off patch of grass held a surprise.
Soft clucking sounds drifted from inside.
