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You lower into a sitting position, crossing your legs and resting your elbows on your knees to support your rifle as you aim it toward the ridge. Through your scope, you scan along the rocks. There! You see a man with binoculars and a radio—no doubt relaying messages to the mortar positions beyond.

You breathe, keeping your scope trained on your target. The rifle thuds into your shoulder as you pull the trigger. The target splatters backward as your explosive round hits home.

Hearing the reassuring clatter of another assault rifle firing over you, you scan down the enemy line until you target another spotter. Another bullet is loosed from your rifle. You scan again, feeling a quiet calm descend over you as you hunt for the target. There she is, just behind that boulder. She's well-protected against frontal assault, but you have a flanking shot. You fire.

The mortar fire has ceased, and you can see some panic among the rebels on the rise. You see one man shouting orders, and you pick him off for good measure.

"They're falling back," Amori says. "Great work, sir!"

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