Matvei gave Andrei a slight nod at once, stepping up.
He couldn't help but look behind him as he settled beside his friend, curious and surprised.
It was strange, how Irinarhov had refused to talk to a single one of them a day ago, and now seemed to fit seamlessly into their design. Still not centre of attention, but nonetheless, it surprised Matvei to see him volunteer himself openly like that. He was intrigued.
But there was no time for idle thought, and he quickly looked away, and mentally mapped out the terrain ahead.
"Andrei," he said quietly, turning towards him, "do you mean the Groznyj Grad under tunnels? With our numbers, we'd be best off by road. The tunnels will slow us down."
He had a feel for how their unit worked, and remembered the river, and how pointless it would be to track where there was a river deep enough to swim in. How the Krasnojorje cliffs were narrow and sloping, designed for one or two effective patrol, and not for the army, and then the Krasnojorje tunnel with its singular ladder...
"Or are you assigning us groups?"
A few of them could walk that distance and easily catch up with the jeeps and bikes on the longer road. Who knew which way their deserter had gone?
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Date: 2006-11-19 08:12 pm (UTC)Matvei gave Andrei a slight nod at once, stepping up.
He couldn't help but look behind him as he settled beside his friend, curious and surprised.
It was strange, how Irinarhov had refused to talk to a single one of them a day ago, and now seemed to fit seamlessly into their design. Still not centre of attention, but nonetheless, it surprised Matvei to see him volunteer himself openly like that. He was intrigued.
But there was no time for idle thought, and he quickly looked away, and mentally mapped out the terrain ahead.
"Andrei," he said quietly, turning towards him, "do you mean the Groznyj Grad under tunnels? With our numbers, we'd be best off by road. The tunnels will slow us down."
He had a feel for how their unit worked, and remembered the river, and how pointless it would be to track where there was a river deep enough to swim in. How the Krasnojorje cliffs were narrow and sloping, designed for one or two effective patrol, and not for the army, and then the Krasnojorje tunnel with its singular ladder...
"Or are you assigning us groups?"
A few of them could walk that distance and easily catch up with the jeeps and bikes on the longer road. Who knew which way their deserter had gone?