Chapter 297: An Enemy Delivered to Your Door-Only a Fool Wouldn't Strike

Daniel Lyson led Oscar and the others, sprinting toward the gunfire. They reached a hillside, and he lifted a hand. Everyone dropped prone and tucked themselves out of sight. Daniel eased up, peeking over the grass. In the distance stood a village, with several armed men patrolling outside. A water prison stood beyond the palisade, with a few people locked inside. Judging by the camo, they were probably Chicanian soldiers. Faces turned grim. "What the hell? How is there a place like this on...