Voice in the woods

Eight helicopters whirred through the scorching desert skies, their blades cutting through the hot, dry air. As the helicopters descended, the sound of their engines was drowned out by the boisterous voices of the soldiers onboard. "Alright, everyone, listen up!" barked Alpha Benson as the choppers landed on the sandy soil. "We're in the eastern park's territory now. Keep your eyes peeled and stay alert."

Norman, Alpha Benson's son and second in command, quickly gathered the soldiers for a huddle. "We're in enemy territory, so stay low and stay sharp," he cautioned, scanning the dunes for any signs of movement. The soldiers nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and nerves.

The group began their cautious advance toward the city, the soldiers keenly aware of the need to be vigilant. As they drew closer, the outline of the city emerged from the desert haze, resembling a mirage in the distance. "Looks like a modern day fortress," observed one of the soldiers, squinting at the i