"This punk's a real pain in the ass!"

Connor glanced over his shoulder and noticed Axel was still hot on their trail.

The squad he had sent to intercept Axel was completely outmaneuvered, and they couldn't get anywhere near him.

To Connor's dismay, Axel kept shooting off signal flares as he pursued them. Each flare gave away their position. At this rate, it didn't matter which direction they ran—they were bound to be intercepted.

"Connor! Dave! Make a move and swat that damn fly," Warrick ordered decisively.

"If we leave, who's going to protect you?" Connor hesitated.

Warrick was in bad shape. Without them guarding him, a single attack from an expert could be fatal.

"If you don't take out that fly, I'll be in even more danger. Get moving now!" Warrick snapped.

"Yes, sir!"

Connor and Dave exchanged a glance before splitting up with their squads to surround Axel.

They both knew what was at stake. If they didn't take Axel down quickly, their entire force would be stranded and do