2130 hours
Airspace over Bataan
Shadow Team, Blackhawk 02
Phillip sat with his back straight against the side wall of the UH-60 Blackhawk. His gloved hands calmly checked over his rifle for the third time—round chambered, suppressor locked, optics clean. Across from him, Shadow 3 and 4 were locked in a quiet rhythm—checking gear, confirming ammo, syncing HUDs. No talking. Just precision.
The Blackhawk thumped through the night, rotors slicing the humid air above what used to be a fortified command base. Now, it looked like a scene pulled straight out of hell. Flames painted the horizon. Smoke trailed up like black banners. And in the distant dark, shapes moved—erratic, fast, and relentless.
Phillip tapped the comms embedded in his helmet.
"This is Shadow One. Confirming approach vector—Grid Juliet 7. LZ Alpha is hot. How copy?"
