http://capt-kasya.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] capt-kasya.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] groznyj_grad 2006-11-26 11:04 pm (UTC)

A scream echoed.

Everyone froze. It sounded like a man crying out in both pain and terror, coming from somewhere behind them, deeper in the forest.

"Borishnakov," someone muttered.

In spite of how they all felt - some more deeply than others - and in spite of the jokes they'd made earlier, there were no vindictive looks of satisfaction on any of the men's faces. Instead, their expressions were urgent, troubled. A fellow Ocelot was in jeopardy, and probably needed help. Regardless of the fact that Borishnakov had rejected them, each and every man still felt a responsibility to him.

Kassian looked to Isaev, who nodded and turned his gaze to include the others.

"Go," the lieutenant told them, and nothing more needed to be said.

They went as expeditiously as was prudent, moving in a double-file line with the squad's scouts at the front.

Kassian had been informed, earlier in the morning, that he would be briefed today on the location of all the traps set in the terrain surrounding Groznyj Grad, and given a set of maps to study. No one could have predicted that he'd find himself on a long-range patrol today, so suddenly. He made sure to follow the Ocelot in front of him closely, and was glad they'd stayed grouped together.

Another scream broke the air.

Traveling with quick steps, Ocelot Squad turned from the path and pushed into the forest, heading in the direction of the sounds of distress.

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