The generator blew. Darkness. Thermal scopes lit up. Mute and Stoic took the eastern tunnel; Tracker and Echo went west, through a flooded shaft Nomad had marked in his journal.
“I faked my death. Been hunting them alone. But I’m out of time. They poisoned me. Ricin. Slow. I have maybe a week. If you’re watching this… find El Amigo. He’s not a person. It’s a place. A server farm inside the old San Vicente silver mine. The dead man’s switch is there. Disable it. Then burn MULTI-ELAMIGOS to the ground.” Tom.Clancys.Ghost.Recon.Wildlands.MULTI-ELAMIGOS
They drank in silence.
Echo powered it on. “It’s a journal. Video logs.” She pressed play. The generator blew
Tracker looked at the cross, then at her team. Tracker and Echo went west