The jungle didn't just have eyes; it had a heartbeat—the rhythmic, mechanical thrum of a Hind-D circling somewhere above the canopy. Sergeant "Wolf" Steiner wiped a mixture of mud and cooling gun oil from his brow. His Uzi felt heavy, the last three magazines taped together in a desperate "jungle style" reload.
Steiner looked at the drive in his hand. The "Wolf Fire" files were complete. Now, he just had to survive the next sixty seconds of open-field sprinting to reach the chopper’s skids. View Archive wolf fire.part03.rar
: With the drive secured, Steiner didn't use the door. He dove through the back canvas just as a rocket leveled the structure. He hit the dirt rolling, the roar of a friendly Huey finally breaking through the treeline. The rescue team was here, but the jungle was already screaming with the sirens of a hundred alerted soldiers. The jungle didn't just have eyes; it had