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Prologue

Flint

2 Years Ago…

The last thing I reh the floor of the cave, were the shouts to take cover from e, Stone, Rock, and Stor whatever lives they hoped to have

Now, I coure out where the hell I around beneath me opened up and I fell

Fell so damn far

The men I served with for years in Special Ops are nowhere to be seen – I am alone

They didn’t make it

I pullcold, in a very shallow strea the ceiling of the cavern clearly The distance is reed rocks everywhere But there is no gaping hole above where I could have fallen from Maybe I floated downstreah to have carried my body

I stand, ht be froh set in the Yucatan Peninsula I sure as hell hope the fucker who threw the grenade got blasted by it

I pull out her-ups know ASAP that the ht be the onlylike hell that’s not the case I never had a family of my own, a wouys And the idea of losing the even though I’ve never been ious man Times like these test your faith

“Alpha-225,Nite”

There is no answer, and Ithis radio is the et ruined from a fall

Downstrea that it gets nal

As I walk down the underground streae – beetles the size of reen

The light is further away than I expected, and I stu on a pile of rocks