Chapter4
The piercing sound of metal scraping rolled across the sand. Three black cylinders pierced through the dim, yellow sandstorm, rolling precisely into the center of the sandbag bunker where the recruits were huddled. Plump and round, they looked like black tin cans tossed into the mix. Viper glanced d...
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3. Chapter3
4. Chapter4
5. Chapter5
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