Five men sat around a circular table, the tension in the room as thick as iron chains. Their faces were etched with worry, and their hushed conversation hinted at the dangers looming over them.
"There's no way we're not getting cut loose," one of them muttered, breaking the silence.
"We can't let that happen," another replied, his voice strained.
"Like it's up to us," a third man retorted bitterly. "If the higher-ups decide to cut ties, we're screwed. No warnings, no second chances."
"Which is exactly why we need contingency plans," the second man insisted.
The first man sighed heavily. "The atmosphere's been tense ever since those raids. The ambush… all those guys got wiped out."
"They think the Americans are behind it, right?"
"More like suspicion than confirmation," came the response from another man.
A fourth man leaned in. "Still, there's definitely a group operating within the country. They've got people working round the clock to track them down."
"And? Any leads?"
