I cannot brush this aside as a simple coincidence. Five unrelated people have reported seeing a car going over the side of the bridge, and splashing into the water. They even reported seeing the same car, right down to the colour and the make. I need to know more about this. Even the Chief brushed it aside adamantly.
The Skulls Mercenaries would collect yet another feather in their cap. Having never failed a mission, we were tasked with guarding the train. Rather, we were tasked with guarding the precious cargo on it.
The journey had been long and intense. Two days of shooting and being shot at. There were many injuries, but not one casualty. My men were the toughest soldiers out there, my personal picks. They would never fail.
This was it, the last bridge to the tunnel, and a heavy pay day.