"Maybe," said Isaev. "This whole area is full of hollowed logs and loam."
And sinkholes. And gavials. And rigs.
He glanced at the quietly teeming woods around them.
"I don't like to split the squad into singles. Never less than five." He paused, taking a drag, hating it. He wished he had some gum. He'd have to visit the German, once they had Borishnakov in hand.
He glanced around, made an expansive gesture, exhaling.
"Creeping death. Every step. One man has little chance." He shook his head. "Even Ocelot doesn't venture down here without us flanking him. He's arrogant, but not stupid."
Isaev frowned. His balaclava was in his pocket, but he decided not to put it on. It wasn't as if they were stalking an enemy. They were stalking one of their own.
That was the problem.
If it was an enemy, the risks were worth it. A renegade of their own squad posed no imminent threat, and Borishnakov had yet to demonstrate any personal value beyond self-absorbtion.
Andrei was unsure how to proceed, how much to put on the line.
It seemed unfair to these men, to put their asses on the line just because Ocelot wanted payback on a poor choice.
He wondered who had greenlighted Vladislaus Yamirovich, and if Ocelot had anyone else to blame but himself.
"We'll leave three men in this quadrant, and have them tree-sit. It's a gamble, but they'll be relatively safe up high where they can keep an eye on the surround."
He paused, offering his cigarette to Kassian absently.
"I think we need to head for the ridges by Bolshaya Past Base. We can get a good perspective from there, scan they whole valley with your scope and our binoculars."
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Date: 2006-11-26 08:09 pm (UTC)And sinkholes. And gavials. And rigs.
He glanced at the quietly teeming woods around them.
"I don't like to split the squad into singles. Never less than five." He paused, taking a drag, hating it. He wished he had some gum. He'd have to visit the German, once they had Borishnakov in hand.
He glanced around, made an expansive gesture, exhaling.
"Creeping death. Every step. One man has little chance." He shook his head. "Even Ocelot doesn't venture down here without us flanking him. He's arrogant, but not stupid."
Isaev frowned. His balaclava was in his pocket, but he decided not to put it on. It wasn't as if they were stalking an enemy. They were stalking one of their own.
That was the problem.
If it was an enemy, the risks were worth it. A renegade of their own squad posed no imminent threat, and Borishnakov had yet to demonstrate any personal value beyond self-absorbtion.
Andrei was unsure how to proceed, how much to put on the line.
It seemed unfair to these men, to put their asses on the line just because Ocelot wanted payback on a poor choice.
He wondered who had greenlighted Vladislaus Yamirovich, and if Ocelot had anyone else to blame but himself.
"We'll leave three men in this quadrant, and have them tree-sit. It's a gamble, but they'll be relatively safe up high where they can keep an eye on the surround."
He paused, offering his cigarette to Kassian absently.
"I think we need to head for the ridges by Bolshaya Past Base. We can get a good perspective from there, scan they whole valley with your scope and our binoculars."
He glanced at Irinarhov's Mosin-Nagant.
"You got tranqs for that sexy bitch?"