The mission was a go.
We received confirmation on the radio. The dacoits were hiding out in the abandoned structures not too far from the village. It was a hunt-and-kill operation. This wasn’t the first time for the task force. However, I was a rookie on this taskforce and my rifle had never seen service. I was confident in my abilities and special training, right until the dacoits returned fire and the squad captain took a bullet to the head. I have never forgotten the mission nor the captain’s eyes.
On some days, I do regret being a double agent…
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