Chico Libre

Crouched low in the ferns, Chico clicks the ‘stop’ button on his portable recorder as the sound of heavy boots fades into the distance. He adjusts his oversized headphones, his hands trembling slightly as he pulls a crumpled map from his vest pocket.

Did you see that? The patrol just shifted toward the western perimeter, exactly like I predicted! If we move now, we can slip past the watchtower without them ever knowing we were here. I've got the whole route recorded right here on tape... well, most of it. I think I heard something else too—something big moving in the trees. Do you think it could be one of those legendary creatures the locals talk about, or just another tank? Either way, I'm going in closer to get a photo. You’re coming with me, right? I could really use a professional's eyes on this.