The story should be picking up from here. I know my chapters are extremely short, but later ones should be longer as more happens. Anyway,

Chapter 4:

Vladimir Makarov stood in the meeting room of the Safehouse. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was only the early hours of the morning. But he wanted to get things underway before heading back to Moscow. "Gentlemen, please take a seat." He said to the figures stood around him. Most of them were top officials in his inner circle; former field commanders and officers of the Russian army. Once they crushed the last remnants of the Loyalists, the men who sat around the table would be the leaders of a new Russia, a far stronger Russia.
"The Civil War is almost won." He said. "Major Petrov has informed me that yet another Siberian airbase is under our control. As commanding officer of the facility, he ordered anyone still loyal to the old government shot and their bodies disposed of." Makarov explained. "Even with Zakhaev gone, we are an unstoppable behemoth –he was only a catalyst for our movement. If America wants to intervene, they will simply be asking to be hit hard by our wrath."

"I called you here today to discuss our plans for how the new Russia will be run." He looked around at several of the officers, "We will have a re-hauled government, a re-hauled military and a re-hauled country. I ask for volunteers who are capable enough for positions of high power."

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"Tommy. We have a visual on Makarov." Lee said into his mic. "Waiting on you for the order." There was a long delay. "Are you sure it's him?" The Lieutenant asked. Lee nodded "Certain. I can walk over and ask him in person if you want."

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Tommy sat at the base of a tree, his earpiece in as he talked to the two snipers over their local comm channel. Smartass He thought when he heard Tombstone's reply. "Keep a bead on him for now. We'll contact bas, first." He waved to his sister, beckoning her over. "What's the sitrep?" Charlie asked.
"Makarov is in the building. Lee and Dwight are waiting for a go-to to fire." He explained to her. "I need a direct line to base." Charlie complied, unshouldering her pack, setting it down as she set up the radio, handing Tommy the receiver, giving him a thumbs-up to start talking.

"Lightning Base. Lightning Zero-One, here." He said. "We have conferment visual on target. SEALs Tombstone and Dice are awaiting order to fire." General Garret was on the other end. "Understood." The voice replied. "Lightning Zero-One, if you have a shot; take it. I repeat, you are go for kill." The SEAL Lieutenant acknowledged, turning off the radio and passing it back to Charlie. In an instant, he was back on local comms.
"Dwight, Lee, you are go for firing. Take the shot."

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"Affirmative." The two said simultaneously. "Nothing fancy." Lee said to his squadmate. "Go for kill-shots, not head-shots." Dwight nodded. "Yeah, sure." He said, aiming down his rifle again as Lee did the same. He set the crosshairs over Makarov. He wasn't wearing body armor so a shot to the chest would surely kill him; if he aimed for the head, he would have a higher chance of missing his target. His MK.12 wasn't designed for firing over very long distances, especially with a wind blowing. The breeze was going to the left, so aiming into it, the sniper took wind and drop-off into account, aiming above and to the left of his target. His finger tensed on the trigger when Dwight said something.

He didn't hear what he said and put it out of mind, trying to regain his focus. "Don't fire!" Dwight repeated himself. Lee looked at him in surprise "I can ice this fucker!" He replied before his squadmate abruptly grabbed his arm. "Get down!" Dwight hissed as he tugged him back into the bushes behind their position. Pulled away from his position, Lee could see movement on their left. It was the patrol from earlier, coming back around. "What the fuck are these guys doing?" he asked. "They're way too early!"

"Tommy!" He whispered into his mic. "Patrol's back. They're right on top of us!" There was no reply. "Tommy!" the sniper hissed again, more desperate. Dwight shook his head at him. Of course! They were also lying low. He realised. The five men dispersed, a couple of them casually walking past the sniper spot. No matter how still the two SEALs were, it was only a matter of moments before one of the Russian patrolmen accidentally stumbled across them.

"Tombstone, Dice." Tommy's voice whispered over the comms. That made Lee nervous; he rarely addressed them by their callsigns. "Unlikely we can sit this one out. We're going to have to go loud." That wasn't good. If they opened fire, their cover would be blown, regardless of if they managed to wipe out the patrol quickly. Lee flicked off the safety on his rifle, turning on the mini red dot sight fixed atop of the scope before picking his target. It was a middle-aged man in camouflaged mountain gear, with a G3 hanging on a sling at his side. "I've got the guy on the right," He whispered to Dwight "You go for left." The SEAL nodded, taking aim.
"Go!"

Their suppressed weapons coughed and the two nearest Russians slumped simultaneously. Yelps of shock burst out as Lee heard Tommy and Charlie ambush targets of their own, leaving one final Russian left, who froze with shock before Tommy launched out of the bushes, combat knife in hand. In a single motion, he swung around the soldier and cut his throat. Keeping a hand over the soldiers' mouth as he made a few muffled groans and gurgles, he slowly set him down as he went still.

Slowly emerging from the foliage, Lee set his rifle back on safe as he approached the others. "Damn." He exclaimed, looking around at the dead patrol members. "Lets' hope no-one heard that." He said. "Agreed." Tommy replied, walking up to him. "Get back into position and drop Makarov ASAP." He said. "Faster we're outta here, the better."

"Wait a minute." Dwight interrupted. "Wasn't there six guys in that patrol?" He asked, recalling to their earlier encounter the night before. "Why does that matter?" Charlie replied. The sniper looked up at her in concern as he knew something wasn't right.
"We only killed five."

In an instant, the four SEALs raised their weapons, scanning for the final hostile. "We need to find him" Tommy stated. "Chances are, he just stopped for a piss. But if he gets down to the Safehouse and lets them know a patrol is dead…" Everyone acknowledged, readying their weapons.