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“Change of plans,” he said, pointing to a fuel truck parked near the south wall. “We’re leaving loud.”

Nightshade looked at him. “You lost the stealth bonus.” “Change of plans,” he said, pointing to a

Here’s a short story inspired by IGI 2: Covert Strike . Inside, the prison smelled of rust, sweat, and burnt coffee

Inside, the prison smelled of rust, sweat, and burnt coffee. He moved through the corridors like a ghost, pausing at every corner to peek with his tiny fiber-optic camera. Two guards at the end of the hall, one smoking, one complaining about the cold. Jones pulled a flashbang from his vest. Jones pulled a flashbang from his vest

They reached the rendezvous roof just as the alarm finally blared—someone had found the first body. Searchlights cut the rain into white knives. A twin-rotor helicopter was supposed to be waiting, but the pad was empty.

Jones allowed himself the faintest smile. “Still alive. That’s the only score that counts.”