Conflict: Global Storm [ Direct - Pack ]

The helicopter blades beat the air as the team reached the extraction point.

Suddenly, a muffled grunt came from the shadows. Connors, the team's demolitionist, appeared like a ghost behind the guard, neutralized him, and snatched the keys. Conflict: Global Storm

"Took you long enough," Bradley grunted as the cell door swung open. The helicopter blades beat the air as the

"Jones, stay low," Bradley whispered into his comms. "Connors, eyes on that perimeter fence. Foley, find your perch." "Took you long enough," Bradley grunted as the

But the militia was closing in. Foley waved them off, his sniper rifle barking as he held the line. The helicopter lifted, leaving their brother behind in the smoke—a sacrifice that would lead them on a global chase from the streets of Egypt to the frozen labs of Chechnya, and finally to a nuclear standoff in Kashmir. The storm was just beginning.

Bradley awoke in a sweltering holding cell, his head throbbing. Through the bars, he saw slumped in a corner across the hall. The militia was arrogant, leaving only a single guard at the end of the corridor.