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The second the sniper round flew past, Riley knew that they were probably fucked harder than a prom queen. She ducked behind the hill in front of Red Base with the soldier she'd held up seconds before. This close to him, she heard muffled screaming from his helmet as he brought out his DMR, and hoped that the people in the base would have heard her earlier call.

She realized something They couldn't have. She was still on a different comms channel. The guy next to her was probably on a different channel too. She tapped his shoulder to get his attention. She brought her right pointer and thumb close to each other in a pinching motion, then held up nine fingers, then three, then six. Short wave communications tuned to 93.6 MHz. It was the frequency she was operating on. She hoped he understood.