12:25 Noon
Ryan looked on his watch. He understands Remo has good reasons why they're pulling out.
And he knew what's on his mind.... just like in Afghanistan.
Hence, he might as well follow rather than forcing a battle to his death.
Before exiting though, he caught a flash on a Russian rifle roughly eighty meters from his left side, barely ducking himself at the right time.
"Ping!"
Under the impact of the bullet, Ryan whipped both his hands to his head, arching backward.
He crawled a few meters to a concrete wall.
"Shit, that was close!" Ryan scoff softly as the bullet flew over his head.
He was unaware of the sniper's presence and did not see it coming.
Immediately holding his nerves, he readied his rifle.
"Show yourself a little bit, you son of a bitch!... don't panic Ryan, don't panic!"
Call it luck, the Russian sniper gets up aiming another shot on him.
"Haha...Goodluck in trying, pal!"
