I eliminated the final sniper atop the wreckage before parachuting down to secure the package. The activated tracker summoned waves of reinforcements, forcing me to making a daring wingsuit escape, swam across a lake, and manned a machine gun to protect my extraction.
There was this last enemy who was a lady on the highest point of the airplane wreckage, checking around with her sniper rifle. I decided to take her down after getting close, so I started climbing up, staying quiet as she was moving fast.
Finding the right moment, I went for her and I put my knife through her throat. I made sure the last of the enemy was done for, watching her body slump against the rusted metal.
From the last wing of the wrecked airplane, I jumped off and opened up the parachute to get down fast. I needed to get to the package, as it was finally time to secure the objective and prepare for the inevitable heat.
After securing the package, I climbed back up to the highest part and noticed the flares that were shot into the sky. The tracker was activated, alerting every highwayman in the territory to my exact location and drawing them in like moths.
Reinforcements started coming towards me from all sides, and I was holding my ground on top of that high point. I sniped enemies from every side while some were shooting from below and others tried to climb up to my position.
When I noticed I was getting overwhelmed, I jumped off that height and opened my wingsuit. I started following my getaway chopper that Roger Cadoret was flying towards the extraction zone, feeling the air rush past as I glided away from the chaos.
Unfortunately, I fell on the lake there as the wingsuit didn't take me far enough. I had to swim to get to the other side, the weight of my gear making every stroke a struggle as I pushed through the cold water toward the bank.
After reaching the shore, I noticed there was already a highwayman waiting at a mounted machine gun. I shot him down immediately; it was the first thing I had to do to ensure I wasn't shredded before I could even stand up.
I started using that machine gun myself, shooting enemies who were mostly coming from the back of the wrecked plane site. The heavy rounds tore through the brush, keeping the reinforcements at bay.
Suddenly, I noticed my ride was under attack by a fresh wave of hostiles. I left the turret and ran toward the landing zone to take down the attackers, knowing the battle had just truly started for me.
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