They Setup A Disgraced Female Sniper, But Her Next Shot Exposed Their Betrayal

A Deadly Ambush

The voice that emerged from the static-filled radio did not belong to the rescue squad they were expecting. Instead, the cold, calculated tone of Colonel Vance, Lauren's former commanding officer, filled the air.

"Outpost Three, the target is confirmed destroyed. Initiate phase two. Eliminate the instructor and the girl. Leave no witnesses,"

Vance ordered. The transmission cut to static. Lauren and Michael exchanged a look of pure horror. Three years ago, Lauren had been dishonorably discharged after a failed mission—a failure she now realized had been orchestrated by Vance to cover up his own illicit arms smuggling. Now, they had been lured into this remote desert outpost under the guise of a rescue mission, only to be executed.

Suddenly, the distant rumble of high-powered engines echoed across the canyon. Through her scope, Lauren spotted two armored SUVs speeding toward their position, kicking up massive plumes of dust. They were mercenary forces hired by Vance to erase any evidence of his crimes.

"They're coming to silence us,"

Michael said, drawing his sidearm. His face was grim.

"Lauren, you have to get out of here. I’ll buy you some time. If they catch you, they'll kill you."

Lauren looked at her rifle, then at the five remaining cartridges on the green crate. The mercenaries were heavily armed, and they were closing the distance fast.

"I ran away once, Michael. I’m not running again,"

Lauren said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins. She began chambering the remaining rounds.

"We fight together."

As the vehicles breached the outer perimeter of the outpost, Lauren scrambled to a high ridge overlooking the approach trail. She needed to disable the vehicles before they could deploy their troops, but with only five bullets, her margin for error was non-existent.