Mark walked towards a small, brown wooden door and pushed it open with his foot. The door creaked and no one was inside. He shone his mag light around and found a pile of boxes which would have acted as a platform for Aahil’s rifle, and an area of the floor consistent with being knelt on.
‘Found the nest,’ he radioed.
Williams was shaking with excitement and Habiba was looking for Mark on the monitor.
‘Nothing here now. No brass and no evidence. But he was here. It’s consistent with someone who had been here for a while. Probably hours, if not a day or so. There is food packaging littered all around so SOMEONE was here,’
‘Good work King, come on back and don’t forget to take pictures,’
Mark was already snapping away with his camera and his body cam was also saving images, showing up on Habiba’s monitor. The image on Mark’s body cam began to flicker and distort, then it cut out completely. Williams got on the radio to Mark
‘Mark, come on back now, we’re losing visual,’ the radio crackled but there was no reply, ‘MARK!’
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