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Captain Juan surveyed the bustling headquarters, where the sounds of laughter and chatter echoed through the makeshift camp. The success of their recent raids had emboldened their spirits, and supplies piled high in every corner. Each crate, filled with everything from ammunition to food, was a testament to their hard-fought victories against the Japanese army.

“Another successful mission, Juan,” Captain Terry said, his voice a mix of pride and relief as he walked over, wiping sweat from his brow. “We’ve hit them hard this time.”

“Indeed,” Juan replied, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Alice’s visions have led us to every convoy we’ve ambushed. Without her guidance, we might have walked into a trap.” Juan added in a low voice making sure no one would hear.

At the mention of Alice, both men turned towards a quiet corner of the camp where she sat, her brow furrowed in concentration. Alice had become an invaluable part of their operation, her visions acting as a beacon in the fog of
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