Another bonus chapter, enjoy!
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/Later…/
It had already been a few minutes since the Raid team left their first Waypoint but Dale was still sulking over it.
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'My clothes are all dirty now… I hate this damn feeling.'
His back being full of dirt and his upper torso being stained with blood, it was safe to say he wasn't feeling very good.
In the heat of the moment, even though Dale tried his best to minimize damage and reduce the amount of blood on him by pushing the bird's body to the side, some still fell on him.
He hasn't drenched in it, but it was still a bother.
/BZZZ!/
/SLAP!/
'These fucking mosquitos...'
Having your collar smelling of iron wasn't a pleasant experience, especially when it attracted all kinds of insects to give it a sniff.
Dale felt like his sanity was being depleted with every step.
