Shadowblade Mercenary Corps

We've been betrayed. In the Bolivian rainforest, our mission target changed from a politician to children, and the team leader ordered us to lower our guns. “They never said there'd be minors among the targets when we took the job.” Headquarters replied coldly over the radio: “Finish the cleanup, and each of you gets an extra $500,000.” A split second before the trigger was pulled, a twelve-year-old girl suddenly raised her hands, revealing a vest packed with explosives. “Black Mamba Squad, you have been designated insurgents. Repeat, surrender immediately or be eliminated.” Gunfire erupted from both sides, inside and outside our headsets.