''You know… when they say 'silent infiltration', they don't usually mean kill every single person inside the base, including the dog.''

Mctavish's lulled voice crackled from Vickarnia's singular ear piece, in a dull drone.

Hefting the suppressed Benelli M3 shotgun to cradle near her chest, the black clothed woman stared into the bitter blizzard that roared and raged outside the small dimly lit barracks she occupied, shrouding what lay out the door.

Her bent knee rested on the back of a freshly neutralized sentry, supporting her as she took her time in waiting, listening for any alarming sounds- gauging her next maneuver.

She replied, ''One dead hostile, is one less hostile.''

''Just plant the explosives… I'm getting frost bites up here.''

Smirking at the discomfort of her co-opted over watcher, Vickarnia's right hand left the support role of her gun and slid a pair of night vision goggles onto her eyes, drowning the world in a murky green- ''I will do.''

The wintry choked night was like a woeful void and vacuum, swallowing the noises and objects alike, making even the rumble of a jet's engine small in its scream- and the beam of a flashlight nothing more then a lame candle. Truly Zero visibility.

Vickarnia had only left tracks and concealed bodies in the snow, careful not to add witnesses to that list and announce her presence to the dormant station. Weaving through the portable housings and compounds scattered across the isolated frozen plateau, her head was always swiveling, wary, and always alert for that dark profile of a patrolling soldier moving about that would force her to go prone.

But in this wild joining of elements, she knew she was a ghost.

Her ear piece buzzed again: -''Allright… I've located the depot… place is clear, how's your end?''

''Goddamn frozen,'' She replied.

''Be serious Vick.''

''The gas and fuel silos are taken care of… I also snuck a little surprise into their com-tower.''

''Good thinking, that will help-- don't want them somehow swatting down our bird.''

''Nah, just wanted to make them more miserable.''

''Right, Go and meet me behind the warehouse.''

''Took the scenic route eh?'' Said Mctavish, as Vickarnia appeared around the buildings corner.

''No, took the pantry route, their hot dogs are delicious!''

''Just keep it down.''

Inspecting the firing chamber of the Benelli, Vickarnia nimbly jogged to the front of Soap, positioning her self to the flank of the door as she renegotiated with the night goggles over her eyes by hand for comfort.

Her partner approached the door and lowered himself to a knee before it, from a pouch- he produced a petite snake camera, and with ease, manipulated it slowly under the door way.

''Were good here,'' he stated- and withdrew from the ground.

Vickarnia reached out to the knob and curved the door open, allowing Soap to step first inside fully- with muffled pistol held out in search.

''Keep it tight.''

''Why does every one have to keep saying that!?'' Vickarnia moaned.

The depot's blocky interior was pitch black and hollow- but it was a sanctuary that was silent and motionless, opposing the storm outside. Ahead- pools of sickly yellow light lined the edges of the opaque complex.

Traversing to the end of the corridor that lead by portal to the main room, Mctavish leveled his 1911 pistol to the floor and pressed himself against the wall to survey behind the corner.

His hand later broke away from his pistol and horizontally swiped the air in the sign of 'clear'.

''So, exactly how did this American satellite get grounded? Was it shot down?'' Vickarnia quietly mused openly, following Soap into the doorway.

''Why are you asking me?'' Soap retorted.

''You're the senior commander… wouldn't the brass fill you in with such details? Oh! And you're the only person with me.''

''Does it really matter to us two?''

''… Clarity is kinda nice.''

''All I can say, is that the 'Powers That Be' point the stick and I follow, nothing else is important, now… be quiet.''

''But if the satellite was intentionally grounded by a foreign nation's government then there would be international sca-''

''SSSHH!''

''Great… the module isn't here,'' Soap grimaced as he pulled his head from the cavity of the space craft, ''Vick, search topside.''

''On it,''

The clunk of boots on metal gildings quietly echoed inside the sheet metal building while Vickarnia ascended its side by stairs- with hands tight around her firearm, peering through jade lighted lenses.

Coming to a catwalk overlooking the court of the depot, she made her way into a packed office space, where the image of papers and miscellaneous items enclosed her.

''Hurry it up Vick, our ride is probably waiting,'' Radioed Mctavish

''Oh get off my back, there is a tank load of stuff in here.''

''It's a square electronic storage agent, its probably up there.''

Positioned to the far end of the room, sharp green and red lights of an electric device blinked and glowed like little eyes.

As Vickarnia neared to it, she saw that it was connected by thick black cables to a large rectangular processing unit, where a small dormant screened laptop sat squarely. At the sides of the unit- more wires exited from it into a hole cut from the wall- leading outside someplace else.

Amused… Vickarnia placed her attention on the laptop, and activated it by tapping the touch pad.

In Large words displayed in Russian, the verse ''In transfer' was lain on the screen, where a colorful circular shape below revolved steadily.

''Hmmmmmm...''

Plunging legs and feet into knee deep snow in the utter dark, the clandestine pair increased their distance from the remote Airbase, heading towards their designated exfiltration point- with the ACS module in care.

''Do you know what the satellites primary service was?'' Asked Vickarnia, who relied on her ear piece to effectively communicate with Soap in the blaring snow storm.

''It was an Air Security opted system, used by the Americans for its nations defense measures.'' He responded

''And the Russians retrieved it to compromise the system?''

''Appears so,''

''So what would the Americans do if they are compromised?''

''Alter their systems, probably.''

''But—'' Vickarnia yanked a sunken limb from the maw of the snow, ''But since the Russian Federation sought to solely crack the North American Aerospace Defense Command by capturing the down module from the satellite- therefore endangering the west with the possibility of an unprecedented attack that could kill millions in effect by use of Long range ordinance and even invasion- not to mention if the craft was shot down on purpose, shouldn't the U.S issue a state of warning since this is clearly an act of possible wa-''

''SSSHH!''