Hey, I'm back. Not sure how this chapter came out. Tried a new writing style. Not sure if it worked. Please tell me if I should continue as is in this chapter or go back to how the other chapters are written? Hope you enjoy in the end.

Infiltration

The Night was young. Bird's songs still echoed throughout the village, occasionally interrupted by the waves crashing against the shore.

Hopefully this goes by smoothly. All I have to do is acquire some cloths.

Wearing these cammies is only going to cause a problem later if I do nothing about it.

Weapons still good. I brought more for the accountability rather than to show force. Besides, they have never seen anything like a rifle before so it's no use using as intimidation if it ever came to that.

Torches burned, lighting portions of the village. I would, of course, have to stay out of said light. No point in obtaining something to blend in with they spot me now.

The entrance looks clear. No real guards. At this point there more on look out for dragons, not other people.

I'm going to have to find something for these injuries soon. They're not looking good. Starting to turn black a matter of fact.

Luckily they wounds don't really cause to much of a problem. Moving up with relative ease with silence only helped my caused. Granted I would like to move faster.

Not too many people roamed around. I'm not too sure how far into the night we are but it has been at least an hour.

Some people paroled, mainly lookin up at the sky.

Their attention else were allowed my to pass by their ranks unnoticed.

It didn't take long for me to find some clothes.

Behind on of the huts was a clothesline. Better yet it was in use.

The area seemed secure enough. I walked up to the line and started to pull down only what was needed. A whole coat, and pants.

Only problem was they were way too big. Whatever I can fix that later.

Perfect. I got the cloths all I need now is to get o-

"What are you doing out here"

I had to force myself not to go for my rifle.

The voice sounded female. Luckily she was to far away to see any details.

"Thought I heard something in the field"

"Really now, let me co-"

"No no. I could be dangerous. Head back inside I'll secure the perim- erm the area"

"Are you sure your alright" she asked taking a few steps forward.

"Yes yes. Now please, head back inside"

She stared at me from a distance for a few moments and without a word she headed back for the house, staring at me the whole way.

That was way too close. I need to get the hell out of here.

Avoiding open areas and lights, I b-lined for the forest, back to the safety of my budget camp.

Rounding a corner revealed two Vikings holding a conversation.

I looked at them and made a check lest. Ok the vest and pants will do, my boots will have to work, and... shit helmet. My kevlar looked nothing like their helmets

Cursing to myself I turned back. The house by the field should have a helmet in it. Problem. It's inside the damn thing. Why can't anything be easy.

I made way up to the front entrance and pushed open the door. Unfortunately for me WD-40 had not been invented yet. The door acted as a alarm creaking as I slowly open it.

"Fuck you door" I whispered to the makeshift security device.

Inside looked like a vintage set up. The room had an almost romantic glow to it. A dinning table time the center of the room sitting in a dragon turned rug. On the wall were posted three swords. Underneath them helmets. Perfect.

Grabbing one, I quickly made way out of the house.

"Who are-"

I closed the fire and booked it before she could finish the question.

She quickly opened it after me and followed me out.

Stealth was out of the question. Hopping a few fences led me to a main street. A few Viking looked my direction as I turned and ran for the forest.

"Stop!"

Hell no. Running past the entrance I shot left and zigzags into the forest.

After a few minutes running into the forest I stopped and waited to see if they had followed.

I was in the clear.

My side and leg hurt like hell but I got what I came for.

The way back to camp was uneventful. It was a bit cold but nothing like how it was during the crucible. We were shitting ice cubes during that crap.

Getting back to the camp, I set the clothing down and hit the rack... sleeping bag in this case. Which in, my opinion, was nicer than the racks in some barracks.

In laid the best and pants down beneath my head. They were better than the dirt. With the clothing secured and wounds still... dressed I called it a night.

Felt weird writing it that way. But if it's better it shall stay. If it's worse tell me so I can revert back to the original way of the story. See ya next time.