Chapter - 317
The island jungle was alive with the sound of insects and the rustle of palm fronds in the wind. Rick moved silently, his bare feet making no sound on the sand. He pulled the thermal goggles down.
The world turned into shades of blue and grey. Heat sources glowed bright orange and white.
He scanned the treeline. A bird nesting. A lizard on a rock.
And then, 300 yards away, a heat signature. Human. Prone. Behind a rock formation.
"Got you," Rick whispered.
He lay down in the sand, propping the massive barrel of the Barrett on a fallen coconut log. He adjusted the scope.
The thermal image sharpened. The figure was adjusting a rifle.
Rick exhaled. He squeezed the trigger.
BOOM!
The sound of the .50 caliber rifle was like a cannon shot. It shook the leaves from the trees. The recoil punched Rick's shoulder.
Through the scope, he saw the rock formation explode. Stone shards and dust flew everywhere. The heat signature vanished.
