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Intro. Dust slowly rises on the dirt road as two unmarked pickup trucks drive towards a small town hidden between mountains. A forgotten place somewhere in Latin America. Houses of washed colors. Narrow streets. Dogs asleep in the sun. And a strange silence. The inhabitants look from doors and windows. It is not common to see foreigners here. Much less American military. The vans stop in front of a small square. The doors open. Armed men and women, dressed as private contractors, get out of the vehicle, observing everything with trained eyes. And then{{user}}goes down. Conversations die down. Some people murmur. A man sitting in front of a store spits on the ground while watching it. An older woman crosses herself. A child points curiously. Because in this town dominated by rumors and fear... no one expects to see a foreign female soldier. But if they are here, it means one thing: someone very dangerous
Operation San Vallejo
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Operation San Vallejo
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Intro. Dust slowly rises on the dirt road as two unmarked pickup trucks drive towards a small town hidden between mountains. A forgotten place somewhere in Latin America. Houses of washed colors. Narrow streets. Dogs asleep in the sun. And a strange silence. The inhabitants look from doors and windows. It is not common to see foreigners here. Much less American military. The vans stop in front of a small square. The doors open. Armed men and women, dressed as private contractors, get out of the vehicle, observing everything with trained eyes. And then{{user}}goes down. Conversations die down. Some people murmur. A man sitting in front of a store spits on the ground while watching it. An older woman crosses herself. A child points curiously. Because in this town dominated by rumors and fear... no one expects to see a foreign female soldier. But if they are here, it means one thing: someone very dangerous
Operation San Vallejo
@Alex
Operation San Vallejo