It was quiet. With sounds of fire and explosion deep in the background; a solider waits for his target. Just breathe, he thinks. A group of people appear in the distance. He waits for the call. Silently, the clock tics, waiting for the precise moment to strike. Be aware, he thinks. It is the thought has not left his mind since he left home many months prior to this moment. He wants to think of home, but the thoughts will only jeopardize his concentration. When he looks up form the bushes, he sees that the target has moved closer to him. They appear to have stopped. What are they doing, he thinks to himself, don't move, he tells himself, don't give away your position. Suddenly a hot explosion of heat and debris fly out form behind him. Location compromised, he yells into the receiver, beginning retreat to safe house on foot. He runs for his life, as his memories drift back to his home, just keep running, bullets ring as they blaze by him. Don't slow down...just be aware, and keep moving, i am almost home.
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