Holding his breath, L29 let his scuba equipment sink, the empty oxygen tank falling out of sight in seconds. As the collapsible board emerged from the soles of his shoes, L29 reached forward and felt for the line that had landed in the water ahead of him. He clipped it to the harness around his waist and hips, letting the helicopter lift him up and forward.

As he rose smoothly through the waves, he signalled his partner in the chopper. Their long-established working relationship had given rise to a complex sign language that served them well on missions. A single thumb angled backwards told the sniper sitting high above exactly who was following, and from how far.

As L29 adjusted to the drag of the wind on his rapidly drying wetsuit, he heard the crack of his partner's single shot. He relaxed. Another mission accomplished.

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