The Northern Forest of Haven stood silent beneath a gray sky.
Towering pine trees stretched endlessly across the rugged landscape.
The dense wilderness covered miles of difficult terrain where even sunlight struggled to reach the ground.
Hidden among the trees...
A small temporary camp sat concealed beneath camouflage nets and carefully arranged foliage.
To anyone passing through the forest, it looked like nothing more than another cluster of bushes.
Yet inside...
Seven Graveyard operatives maintained a constant watch.
Their mission was simple.
Monitor and protect the northern border region.
The provincial army had requested assistance after intelligence reports suggested a sudden surge of narcotics flooding nearby towns.
Someone was moving drugs through the forest.
The route remained unknown.
The smugglers remained unknown.
And that was exactly why Graveyard had been called.
Two operatives lay motionless atop a rocky ridge overlooking the border.
