OUT OF THE ASHES
As much as he wanted to grieve that loss, he couldn’t, not right now.
Later, when they were back on home soil, he’d give in to that black grief. At the moment, he had to think about the rest of his team and how the hell they would get out of this mess. It’d be easier if his head didn’t feel like everything was spinning around him.
Electro-jammer gun. I hate those goddamn things.
Right. Those fucking guns which were outlawed in America but which always ended up in hands that should never have them. He didn’t know where they had teleported them to, but he’d lay a solid bet on a contested region.