I’m Master Sergeant Logan Cross, a man who knows that in the rugged mountains of interior Alaska, rules don’t save lives—cold, hard action does. For eighteen brutal hours, command told us that the Blackhawk crash on Mount Hayes had zero survivors. They slapped a blackout on the operation and locked our Recon unit in the hangar. But at 0200 hours, a static-filled frequency broke through my unauthorized shortwave radio.

“This is Flight Medic Sierra Vance… I’m alive. Left arm fractured, knee blown… They’re hunting me. Please…”

Her voice hit me like a physical blow. Without asking for permission, my four-man Recon team grabbed our tactical gear, cut the perimeter fence, and disappeared into the freezing terrain. Thirty kilometers of steep cliffs and hostile mercenary patrols couldn’t stop us. When we finally located Sierra huddled in a frozen ravine, she was pale, blood-soaked, but clutching an M4 with a single functional hand. She had already taken down three hostiles who tried to loot the wreckage.

“Command abandoned you,” I told her, kneeling beside her and wrapping an emergency blanket over her shaking shoulders. “We didn’t.”

Before she could answer, a blinding white flare whistled into the sky, illuminating our exact position in brilliant light.

“Contact!” Miller screamed.

Heavy automatic gunfire rained down from the high ridge above us. Bark and dirt sprayed into my face. I slammed Sierra down behind a fallen log, taking a hard blow to my ribs as a bullet shattered the wood inches from my temple. A brutal physical shockwave threw me backward as an explosive grenade detonated nearby. Through the thick smoke, I saw five heavily armed mercenaries advancing down the slope, firing suppressive bursts. We were trapped in a kill box, our escape route cut off, and Sierra was completely incapable of moving on her own.

When command left one of our own behind, we broke every rule in the book to go get her—but walking into that ambush was only the beginning. The rest of the story is below 👇

PART 2

(Continuing from Part 1 Option A/B)

The concussive shock of the grenade sent a violent vibration through my chest, knocking the air right out of my lungs. I slammed hard against the frozen dirt, my vision swimming in crimson and smoke. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard the brutal, crunching footfalls of the mercenary advance team closing in.

“Cross! Get up!” Becker roared, laying down a wild spray of suppressive fire with his heavy SAW machine gun.

I forced myself up, grabbing Sierra by her tactical vest. Despite her agonizing injuries—a shattered arm held together by a tight tourniquet and a shredded knee—she gritted her teeth, jammed her M4 under her functional right arm, and started cracking off precise, one-handed shots. Her round caught the lead mercenary straight in the chest, sending him tumbling backward down the embankment.

“Move! To the gorge!” I yelled, throwing my shoulder under her arm to support her weight. Rodriguez was limping, blood soaking his left sleeve, but he kept his rifle raised, covering our rear.

We shoved through the dense pine brush, plunging down a steep, rocky ravine. The temperature was plunging, and the enemy was hot on our tail, tracking our blood trail through the snow. We reached the mouth of a narrow canyon—a natural choke point, but a death trap if we got cornered.

That was when my tactical radio buzzed back to life with an encrypted signal. It wasn’t our command. It was a cold, unfamiliar voice speaking clear English with an Eastern European accent.

“Recon Team Alpha, give up the medic and walk away. You are dying for a lie. She isn’t just a flight medic. Check her medical pouch.”

I froze in my tracks, crouching inside a dark rock crevice. I looked down at Sierra. Her face went deathly pale, even paler than her blood loss warranted.

“What is he talking about, Vance?” I demanded, my hands locked onto her bloodied vest.

With trembling fingers, Sierra reached into her inner chest rig and pulled out an encrypted flash drive wrapped in hard plastic. “The crash… it wasn’t an accident,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Our Blackhawk was shot down because we intercepted an illegal arms transaction involving rogue contractors inside our own military supply chain. I extracted the telemetry data from the chopper’s flight deck before it blew up. They aren’t trying to clean up a crash… they’re trying to execute me to destroy this drive.”

A sickening knot tied itself in my stomach. Command hadn’t ordered a stand-down to protect us from a high-risk zone—they were intentionally leaving Sierra to be slaughtered to cover up a high-level treason scheme.

“They’re coming!” Miller hissed from the mouth of the cave.

Flashlights flickered through the heavy snow outside. At least fifteen heavily armed mercenaries were surrounding the canyon entrance, tightening the noose. We had less than two magazines left per man.

I made a split-second decision. “Hendricks… I mean, Becker, Rodriguez, take Vance and head toward the northern ridge extraction zone. I’m setting a decoy.”

“Sir, no!” Sierra gasped, catching my sleeve with a desperate grip. “You won’t survive that!”

“Nobody dies today,” I gritted out, shoving her toward Rodriguez.

I unstrapped two blocks of C4 demolition explosives from my pack, primed the detonators, and sprinted back toward the narrow gorge mouth. I intentionally drew their fire, shouting into the night and firing three rapid rounds into the darkness.

“He’s over here! Take him alive!” the mercenary commander bellowed.

A massive mercenary tackled me from behind, his full body weight slamming me hard into the icy rock face. My rifle went flying. I spun around, blocking his combat knife with my bare forearm. Blade met tactical leather, slicing a burning line across my wrist. I drove my knee sharply into his groin, slammed my elbow into his jaw with a sickening crack, and shoved him off me. Three more soldiers emerged from the trees, laser sights painting my chest red.

I smiled through the blood in my mouth, holding up the remote detonator in my hand.

“Welcome to Alaska, boys,” I growled, and slammed my thumb onto the switch.

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