The night is misty in Sarajevo. The air is cold and damp after the summer rain. The sky is dark and cloudy. A howl breaks the stillness of the night. Two yellow eyes apear from behind the dark bushes. The deep guttural snarl is low and soft; the agent turns off the safety on his automatic rifle. He gets a chill down his spine and a sense that he is being watched. Moving forward, the forest clears and a lonely farm house sits alongside a large field. The agent finds what he was looking for. The howling and snarling get louder as he approaches his target. He picks at a weed under his feet and recognizes the distinctive shape. This is the place, he is now sure. He radios back to his base to get support from his squad.
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