Night of Fire

Adrian and Rex crouched behind the battered military jeep, eyes locked on the patrol ahead. The C4 inside the vehicle's trunk was their golden ticket out.

"Scan complete: C4 explosives intact. Distance: 10 meters. Enemy count: 5."

"Good news—the explosives work. Bad news—we have to grab them," Adrian murmured.

Rex licked his lips, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Wouldn't be fun otherwise."

Adrian exhaled sharply, timing his move with the searchlight's sweep. He darted forward, hugging the jeep's frame, and yanked the trunk open.

Inside lay several blocks of C4, a roll of detonation cord, and a crude remote detonator.

"Jackpot," Rex whispered, quickly inspecting the gear.

Adrian stuffed the explosives into his pack, but just as they were about to slip away, faint footsteps crunched behind them.

"Alert: Enemy approaching."

He dropped low, peering through the shattered window. A fully armed soldier was advancing cautiously.

"Change of plans," Adrian whispered. "Get ready."

Rex nodded, gripping his weapon.

The soldier stepped closer, scanning his surroundings. The moment he passed the jeep, Adrian sprang up, one hand clamping over the man's mouth, the other slicing his throat cleanly.

The body slumped soundlessly.

"Smooth," Rex smirked.

"Suggestion: Use the explosion as a diversion. Escape during the chaos."

Adrian set a C4 charge beneath a rusted fuel tanker, programming a delayed detonation.

"Clock's ticking. Move!"

They sprinted into the shadows, barely making it behind a collapsed building before—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion ripped through the lot, fireball rising high, shockwaves toppling patrol units like ragdolls.

Sirens blared. Chaos erupted.

Adrian glanced at Rex, smirking. "Welcome to the night of fire."

Rex chuckled. "Think we should add some fireworks to the encore?"