Tyler woke up with a start as he crashed into the canopy of a private grove of trees on the outskirts of Istanbul. He looked up to see the rest of his company frantically shooting at the dark shapes that flew around them as they slowly glided towards the center of the city. Tyler used his boot knife to sever all the cords that held his parachute to his back and made some more cuts to get himself untangled from the mess. Leaving the torn parachute in the branches, he expertly dropped down from the tree and landed on his feet. He ran through the grove and vaulted over the low wall around the property and landed in a quiet street. The parachutes were far away and almost on the ground. Tyler would need a car.
There was a busier street nearby, but all the vehicles were leaving the city, so he needed to find another way. However, there seemed to be a commotion on the road now. A large truck horn was blaring and there were several flashing lights headed back towards the city. It appeared to be a military convoy.
Tyler made a mad dash for the line of trucks that was parting the outgoing traffic, which had overflowed into both lanes, and making its way through at a slow pace. He barely made it as the last of the troop transports rolled past and jumped onto the back bumper, finding and easy handhold among the bars on the back.
“Tyler!” his radio crackled. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he yelled back.
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