Secret Russian missile launch facility, Amazon jungle, 27 June 1994

'Get to the chopper!' yelled Mason as he shot his mp5 submachine gun, the wave of Russian soldiers went down like bags of sand. There were only two CIA operatives of his team left, all the others were dead, they were Agents Price and McLaren, the black hawk helicopter was only 47 meters away, but there were Russians closing in from all sides. 'ETA: 30 seconds' said Mason into his headset 'Roger that' said the pilot on the other end 'Cutting it pretty close aren't you Alex?' It was true, Mason and his team had just planted charges on the missile silos on either side of the base, he estimated only about a minute until they blew. A bullet whizzed forward and hit McLaren in the left side of his torso, 'FU-' he was cut short when another bullet smashed into his head, blood spraying everywhere. 'Damn it, McLarens out' said Mason They were now less than 20 meters away from the chopper when there was an explosion, about 200 meters away, the first charge. 'Screw the Russians, just run' said Mason, he grabbed Price's arm and they sprinted to the chopper. The two men got to the black hawk and onto the deck, they started rising into the when a hundred Russian soldiers fired at the helicopter, one of the soldiers ripped Price apart with a hail of gunfire, Mason kicked his body off the deck and it hit the ground 35 meters down. There were three more explosions; the whole base erupted into fire. 'Where to now?' asked Mason 'The director wants to talk about your performance in the field' answered the pilot 'Oh yea' said Mason unenthusiastically