#423 Fiction Part 2

My attempt at fiction continues:
A dark silhouette  half submerged in the calm waters looked ahead, his body shape exposed by the bright moon overhead. Sam was already a veteran at surveillance having been involved since he was a teen, learning his ropes from his uncle after witnessing how a single bullet took the life out of his father.

Sam was highly aware of his surroundings, yet he took an unusual approach of allowing himself to be exposed so openly on the river bank. Slowing he inhaled, guiding the cold air into his lungs as he run through the plans over and over again in his mind while overlooking at the strait to where he will lead his brothers into in a matter of days.

Sam is a raw product from the guerrilla camps that dots the jungles that spans across this part of the world, hidden from sight yet supported by a complicated network of financial and logistic support, arms and supplies are ferried painstakingly by human labour, making their tracks even harder for any feeble government attempt to identify these groups and their members..