The rotors of the UH-60 Black Hawk sliced through the thick jungle air, a rhythmic whump-whump-whump reverberating inside the cabin. The ISSD team sat in tight formation, their faces obscured by tinted visors and combat helmets.
Each man was clad in advanced combat armor, matte black with anti-ballistic plating, night-vision visors, and integrated comms. Their weapons—HK416s, AA-12 shotguns, and a single IM-32 Pyrocaster flamethrower—were locked and loaded.
No one spoke. This wasn't their first monster hunt.
The squad leader's radio buzzed, his earpiece crackling with HQ's transmission.
"Viper-One, confirm landing zone approach. You're two minutes out."
"Copy that, HQ." The squad leader responded, voice steady. "We're reading strong biosignatures below. Multiple unknowns. We'll have a sitrep on the ground."
The pilot's voice broke in over the comms. "We've got movement down there. Jungle's alive with something big."
No surprise.
That's why they were here.
