The night was absolutely perfect. Even in the concrete wilderness of Groznyj Grad, it could be seen as beautiful: the moon hung in the sky like a lantern, leaving a silver tint over everything. There wasn't a cloud in sight.
They were the kind of conditions that could have completely fucked things over on a real mission, but really meant very little for the stealth assignment that Charushkin and Isaev were on.
The target was in the centre of the bunkhouse, unfortunately - that meant dragging him through the door would be a wholly noisy practice. Fortunately, the clear night made it easy to pinpoint the window, and peer inside. It was the best way to extract their target: balaclava forced over his head, he couldn't scream, and on the dirt ground, he wouldn't be able to make much noise by kicking.
Matvei approached the window, which was slightly open. Andrei would be the one climbing through, being as silent as he was, to grab their target. Matvei would handle keeping him still long enough to drag him through the yard.
His heart beat fast with nerves and excitement. This was the first time he'd been given this privelege, and he was determined to do his best.
He gave a smile at his friend in the dark, and a slight nod, slithering cautiously to peer inside.
Complete stillness.
Slowly, quietly, he lifted the window, really feeling its tension and ease, careful about how much pressure he applied as he opened it wider. That way, he could ensure even the squeakiest mechanism would remain as silent as he was.
After all, if their target was Ocelot-worthy, he might be awake and aware in an instant if they made the slightest mistake. It was as much a test of their own talent as it was their newest recruits'.
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Date: 2006-08-31 07:26 pm (UTC)They were the kind of conditions that could have completely fucked things over on a real mission, but really meant very little for the stealth assignment that Charushkin and Isaev were on.
The target was in the centre of the bunkhouse, unfortunately - that meant dragging him through the door would be a wholly noisy practice. Fortunately, the clear night made it easy to pinpoint the window, and peer inside. It was the best way to extract their target: balaclava forced over his head, he couldn't scream, and on the dirt ground, he wouldn't be able to make much noise by kicking.
Matvei approached the window, which was slightly open. Andrei would be the one climbing through, being as silent as he was, to grab their target. Matvei would handle keeping him still long enough to drag him through the yard.
His heart beat fast with nerves and excitement. This was the first time he'd been given this privelege, and he was determined to do his best.
He gave a smile at his friend in the dark, and a slight nod, slithering cautiously to peer inside.
Complete stillness.
Slowly, quietly, he lifted the window, really feeling its tension and ease, careful about how much pressure he applied as he opened it wider. That way, he could ensure even the squeakiest mechanism would remain as silent as he was.
After all, if their target was Ocelot-worthy, he might be awake and aware in an instant if they made the slightest mistake. It was as much a test of their own talent as it was their newest recruits'.