The helicopter dropped us a considerable distance from the Uragan launcher. Elene quickly briefed me on the missile. The BM-27 Uragan was an old Union weapon—a self-propelled 220mm rocket launcher designed for long-range strikes. It had enough destructive power to obliterate Belikov’s armored vehicle and his escorts.

I drove toward the target in my summoned Hilux, Elene seated on the back, still clad in her juggernaut suit. The radio communication made things far easier than before, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit tactical with the device attached to my bulletproof vest.

“Jackal 2, this is Hunter team,” the voice crackled through the radio. “We’ll be going after Mosley, give us five minutes.”

“Loud and clear, Hunter actual, Jackal 1 out,” Elene replied.

An NLAW lay on the passenger seat, and I grabbed it before we launched our assault on the missile launcher. The BMP was going to be a serious pain if left unchecked, and I preferred to avoid any unpleasant surprises on this assault.

I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Maybe the excitement began to wear off as responsibility and risk came into play, but I just felt uneasy about assaulting this launcher, knowing that the launcher was too easy in retrospect.

The plan was simple. The helicopter would eventually provide us with support, but Elene told the team to take care of Mosley first before we engaged with the Uragan launcher. The security was merely two BMPs, so there was that.

After six minutes of driving through the concrete jungle, we arrived just a few hundred meters away from the first BMP. My finger was on top of the NLAW’s trigger. I could feel the weight of the missile and the responsibility on my shoulders, literally and figuratively. Both of us were hiding behind the corner of a building, waiting for our trump card.

“Relax, we need to wait for our support first,” Elene tapped my shoulder.

“I know, but still, it’s a fucking BMP,” I replied, my voice tinged with frustration. The thought of facing one of those things head-on made my stomach twist. The 30mm autocannon on that beast would tear through us like paper if it even got a chance to lock on. And if it had thermals… we’d be sitting ducks.

“Panic can kill you, you know,” Elene said, trying to downplay the situation.

I gritted my teeth, trying to push the anxiety out of my mind. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… risky.”

“Well, you know, back when those Airborne people were still here, we have thirty targets, so… we are merely finishing the jobs. Maybe it’s the main reason why they cut down the amount of force,” Elene said.

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I nodded. I observed the marker where Belikov and Mosley were. Seconds later, Mosley’s marker was gone, indicating that the helicopter had already taken care of him and they would return to our position shortly. I kept my finger steady on the trigger of the NLAW.

Then, the faint noise of the helicopter rotor came into my ears, giving me the confidence that I needed to pull the trigger. Inside, I prayed that the NLAW would take care of the BMP quickly and disable it so they could have a safe passage to the launcher.

All or nothing.

I pulled the trigger of my anti-tank-guided missile. The missile flew out of the launcher, exploding right on top of the BMP, destroying its turret. The BMP turned into a burning ruin shortly, after the ammo on the turret bustle combusted.

“Follow me,” Elene signaled, quickly charging toward the road with the MG-338 in her hands.

I ran right behind her, looking at the apartment building surrounding us for any sign of hostility, but so far, I hadn’t seen anyone who would prove to be hostile. We ran past the wreck of the BMP, through the courtyard of the apartment building, and toward the park where the rocket launcher was stationed.

“Hunter actual, you’re free to fire at any hostile located far from the launcher,” Elene commanded.

“Copy that, Jackal 1, opening fire,” Mira replied.

A barrage of rocket salvos flew toward the park, making a bunch of explosions spread thinly across the park, but far from the launcher. The explosions threw several bodies off the ground as we made our approach toward the large rocket launcher.

I supported Elene with my G36, making an accurate shot at the enemies firing at her. I imbued my weapon with the dark psionic energy again, making sure that each shot was leading directly at my target, either hitting them in the torso or in their head.

As we pushed through the park, the sound of gunfire and explosions filled the air. The helicopter’s autocannons were relentless, cutting through any opposition in their path, making our progress smoother. With the guards neutralized, we moved toward the Uragan launcher.

Elene opened the cabin of the command room for the launcher. She pressed the multiple buttons on the launcher, inputting the coordinates for the strike. The 220mm rockets located behind the cabin slowly rotated toward Belikov’s direction. She pressed a button, and I heard a faint beep.

Then, one by one, the rockets launched with a deafening roar, shooting out of their tubes and cutting through the air, each leaving a thick trail of smoke in their wake. The sound of the launch echoed in my ears, the power and force of it vibrating through my chest.

“FUCK YEAH!” I shouted, the rush of excitement surging through me as the rockets ripped through the air. It felt like an explosion of pure adrenaline, and for a moment, I was lost in the thrill of the attack. The rockets flew smoothly, towards the night sky.

The excitement quickly died down as Elene left the cabin. I wondered what kind of carnage that the rocket would bring. Then, a moment later, the marker where Belikov used to be disappeared into thin air, ending the whole mission.

Elene tapped my shoulder, “You’ve done well, girl. Let’s go home.”

The Hind picked us up from the ground just right after the launcher fired all of its rockets. Then, the Hind destroyed the launcher itself with one of its attached ATGMs. The launcher exploded with a single ATGM and the helicopter left the town’s airspace.

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[Quest Complete: +800,000 UC]

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