"GIVE ME A SIT REP," came the voice over the radio in Mark's hand. He didn't move though, just staring at the dead body in front of him like he had just seen death itself.
As the radio buzzed again, the commander drove up in a Humvee and stopped after noticing the body.
"What happened to the targets?" The commander barked, seeing their stunned faces.
Mark pointed out of the gate as the commander snorted, a look of disgust on his face. He ordered his men in pursuit and a column of vehicles followed him out the gate with air support in pursuit on tracking duty.
"Commander! Are we free to open fire?" One of the pilots asked.
