The call came through the dark woods. A series of high trills, two long, one short. Hidden under a tall tree, the two commandos nodded to each other. That was the signal.
They crept through the underbrush, heading inexorably towards their target while maintaining their stealth. The signal meant the coast was clear. They’d be able to place the explosives without being seen, but they had a short window to get in and out. Everything was going according to plan.
High above them, the little songbird called again and alighted from its branch, unaware of what was about to unfold.

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