Days of standoff and small skirmishes had everyone on edge. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something.
He immediately raised his G3 rifle, shouting harshly into the fog with a heavy accent in English, "Stop! Who's there?! I'll shoot if you come any closer!"
The footsteps stopped.
The fog swirled, vaguely revealing the outlines of dozens of figures appearing within it.
Rodriguez's heart jumped to his throat, his finger on the trigger, and his comrades beside him were also alarmed, the sound of cocking guns clicking through the position.
"Raise your hands! Let me see your hands!"
Rodriguez shouted again, his voice a little distorted from tension.
The figures in the fog seemed to hesitate, and then, they began awkwardly and slowly raising their hands.
As the distance closed, Rodriguez and the Mexican soldiers finally saw clearly—it was a group of U.S. soldiers coming their way!
