South of the Gambia coastline, in Tuo Luoji Province, in Gnouha Town, it was midnight.
Twelve members of the Shadow PMC Special Forces lay hidden among the woods, occupying a hillside.
Grev put on his night vision goggles, picked up the DLQ33 sniper rifle, and looked down at the small town from the slope.
The people moving back and forth on the streets were not civilians but fully armed Caucasian soldiers.
He pressed the button on his chest radio and said, "Shadow calling the den."
"This is the den," a dignified, deep voice replied from the other end.
"My men are in position, and just like the intelligence reported, there are no Gambian government forces here, only Caucasians. Who are they?" Grev asked.
"It's not just us who are after the Heavenly Falling Objects; those soldiers are probably from some country in the Western Alliance," the man said.
"If we open fire on them, won't it cause a political dispute?" Grev asked.
