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•|| CHAPTER TWELVE - PURSUIT ||•

09/26/20XX
12:59
Las Almas, Mexico
[Last/Name] "Sun" [REDACTED]

"¡Coronel, es el ejército!" Rodriguez called as Sun lowly huffed. The view from the door allowed him to see the army jeeps moving in before Alejandro could spot them from his position.
("Colonel, it's the army!")

"Mierda.." Alejandro grunted. Sun turns to him and pats his back to get his attention. "Tell bravo to move north, keep following Hassan's tail. They think we're the only group."
("Shit..")

"What is it?" Ghost asked, but Alejandro ignores him for now to follow Sun's order.

"The army." Sun replies shortly.

Alejandro clicks his radio. "Team bravo, head north. Rudy, stay in the vehicle, we'll need an exfil soon. Track his last stop then fall back. Pronto encontraremos a ese hijo de puta. Now move!"
("We will find that son of a bitch soon.")

"Copy." Rudy replied through the radio.

"We got reinforcements." Soap hummed as he tilted his head, wondering why the two were treating the army like an enemy.

"No." "Negative." Sun and Alejandro answered quickly. Sun turns back to the door and shuts it. It should buy them time, even if for a second.

"What're you doing?" Ghost asked, his eyes following Sun who turned to him.

"We're covering Alejandro's men. Once they're clear, we fall back."

"He wants us to engage the fucking Mexican Army-?" Soap exclaimed.

"Some army troops are in the pockets of cartel. They're helping the cartel protect Hassan." Sun cuts Soap off before he moved to the other door, shutting it as well. He looks around and sees a window. "Ale, check that window for exit. We'll keep an eye on them."

Alejandro nodded and works on unlocking the slightly jammed lock of the window. "You and your quick thinking." He murmured as he starts to pry it open as quietly but hastily as he could.

"Watch your fire, don't engage yet." Sun called out as he pulled Soap and Ghost to their knees, forcing them to stay low while also keeping watch on the vehicles.

"Multiple vehicles.. troop transports. Light armor."

An alert shout comes from the enemy before a bullet whizzes past Sun who flinches very subtly. He quickly takes out the enemy after recollecting himself. "They know we're here. We have to move."

"Ale, how's the window?" Sun grunts as another bullet whizzed by him, this time, nicking his arm. Blood starts to drip down, but it was still a small nick compared to an actual wound.

"Está jodidamente atascado- Shoot the helmets, they're weak!" Alejandro called out as Sun walks up to the window and kicks the lock out, putting his whole boot through the window before pushing the sills open.
("It's fucking jammed tight-")

"Fall back!" Sun shouted as he pulls Soap's vest, making him go first before Ghost and Alejandro followed. Sun jumps out last, his foot slightly stinging from how many damn locks he had to kick open.

When his feet hit the ground, he stumbles, causing him to land on his hand and knees, dropping his pistol. "Puta madre-" He curses as he forces himself to stand until Alejandro helps him up.
("Motherfucker-")

"Te dije que no rompieras puertas muy a menudo." Alejandro scolded. "Can you still jump? We have a path to cross."
("I told you not to breach too often.")