The plan was to infiltrate during a scheduled steam-powered airship demonstration. Dr. Patel had hacked into the event's schedule, and they knew exactly where to blend in.
"Alright, listen up," Hawk whispered into his comms device. "Intel places the cartel's leader, El Diablo, in Santa Clara. He's rumored to be testing the new exoskeletons. Our job is to gather intel, sabotage their operations, and get out without being detected." TOM.CLANCYS.GHOST.RECON.WILDLANDS-STEAMPUNKS
The dense Bolivian jungle was always unforgiving, but today it seemed particularly hostile. The year was 2023, but in this alternate timeline, the industrial revolution had taken a firm hold, and the steampunk inventions had reached even the most remote corners of the world. Captain James "Hawk" Wilson, a seasoned operative of the U.S. Army's Ghost Recon unit, crouched beside his team, surveying their surroundings. The plan was to infiltrate during a scheduled
The day of the demonstration arrived, and the town square was abuzz. People of all ages gathered around a large, steam-powered airship as El Diablo boasted about his new acquisitions. Hawk's team mixed in with the crowd, their eyes on the exoskeletons displayed beside the airship. "Alright, listen up," Hawk whispered into his comms device
El Diablo's face turned beet red with rage. "Traitors!" he bellowed.