Bloody hell this is late… My apologies.
Anyway, here's the full version of Chapter 5
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Chapter 5:
"What do we do when we find this guy?" Charlie asked as they trekked through the forest. "I doubt he'll be too friendly." Lee shrugged, unsure himself when Dwight answered. "We drop him. Plain and simple, we can't take any chances." The Communications Officer nodded, somewhat understanding.
Tommy looked around at the other three. "We split up from here." He looked to Dwight. "Dice, you're with me. Charlie and Lee; you're together. If we come up empty handed, we meet up on the other side of the mountain peak and signal for evac." Lee raised an eyebrow. "If we can't find this last man, I'm calling off the mission. We can't take any risks." The Lieutenant said. "So lets' go."
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Charlie and Lee slowly advanced between the tree, moving forward about a hundred and fifty yards before stopping. Lowering to one knee, Lee swept his rifle over the area ahead of them, peering through the scope. The forest was completely still, no movement whatsoever.
"You see anything?" Charlie asked.
"Not a damn thing." He replied.
Lowering his rifle, Lee glanced at the compass he had attached to the side of the MK.12's handguard. "We should check closer to the ridge. Make sure he didn't slip past us earlier." Standing, the Sniper cautiously advanced down the hillside back towards the ridge where he and Dwight had set up earlier, the team's Comms Expert in tow. The two stopped every so often to methodically sweep the radius around them.
"Sophie's gonna kill me for being on another 'Op this close to coming home." Lee said, grimacing as he finished another sweep of the area ahead of the two. "We're making plans to have a kid." Charlie raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? Lee I didn't see you as the type to be a father." She replied, somewhat shocked. "I bet you didn't see me as husband type either a few years ago." He replied, smiling. "And then I went off and married the woman of my dreams. Christ, three years can go by really damn fast."
"So do you have any ideas for names, yet?" Charlie asked. Lee shrugged as he started to walk. "I was thinking maybe Eric if its' a boy we end up having. Not sure for if its' a girl." There was a brief quiet as Charlie looked around. "What about Emma?" She suggested. Lee seemed interested. "Maybe. I'll see what Sophie thinks of it."
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"It's just one guy! Where the hell is he?" Dwight spat, lowering his sniper rifle as he and Tommy trekked through the hilly forest. "If he was just stopping for a piss, he wouldn't be too far away from the others, would he?" Tommy smirked, "Maybe they decided to leave him behind somewhere as some kind of sick joke." Dwight laughed. "Now that you mention it, I could see that happening. Well it must be his lucky day cos it saved him from getting shot."
Tommy lowered to a kneeling position, pointing to a clearing to their left. "Structure up ahead, in the clearing. Get eyes on it." He said. Looking through his scope, Dwight had a better view of the building. It was a tiny shack slapped together in the centre of the clearing, Parked next to it was a Russian military jeep. However, there was no one in sight.
"Any contacts?" Tommy asked. "Nah." The sniper replied, "But we've got an abandoned vehicle. Wanna check it out?"
Cautiously getting to his feet, Tommy crept forward towards the clearing with Dwight covering his back. Sweeping his rifle left and right, he saw no enemy movement and continued towards the shack. After what seemed like ages, he reached the centre of the clearing and crouched behind the parked jeep. Looking in the rear window it was empty, save for a couple of duffel bags and a Kalashnikov. Whoever had left the vehicle was eventually going to come and collect it.
Leaving the jeep, he approached the door to the shack, M4 at the ready. If there was anyone inside, he would have to drop them quickly before they alerted any other enemies nearby. Slowly turning the handle, he unlocked the door before kicking it open as he burst into the building. He quickly entered the room, quickly scanning the interior. Empty.
Sighing with relief, he explored the tiny one room shack, finding a table nearby with several maps and notes written in Russian. On the table was also a radio. However, the radio crackled as it suddenly came to life.
"Pavlov, are you there? This is Alexei." A Russian voice spoke. "Are you finished with your patrol yet? You guys are taking your damn time!" It made sense now to Tommy. The shack was just an abandoned guard post for patrols to take a rest stop at, with the jeep belonging to the squad they had taken out earlier. That was good news as that meant that their patrolman hadn't taken the jeep back to the compound yet, and the officer on the radio didn't seem alarmed. They were still in the clear.
Getting ready to leave, Tommy looked at his watch. Shit! He thought. This is taking way too long! Going to his headset, he contacted Dwight.
"Dice, you there?" He asked. "Meet me at the treeline, we're heading back over the peak. I'll contact Charlie and Lee on the way. I'm calling off the mission."
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Corporal Prokopiy Nevski staggered through the woods alone with his rifle slung, the AK dangling next to his stomach. He was getting frustrated now. Looking around, he noticed one of the fallen trees, which had split in two over a rock. He had seen it before. He was going in circles.
Grabbing his radio, Nevski spoke into the comms. "Pavlov? Vitaly, where the hell are you guys?" he asked. There was no reply. Nevski had remained at the rest stop after injuring himself falling over a rock, except hours passed and his squad had not returned to get him. Now he was limping around in the forest completely lost.
Branches rustled nearby and he instantly raised his rifle to the source, his finger dancing on the trigger. Carefully moving towards the nearby bushes, fear crept up the soldier's spine as the rustling grew louder. Grabbing a fistful of leaves, he tore the bush to the side and a grey shape fluttered violently, causing Nevski to panic and stumble backwards.
Heart pounding, he looked and saw that it was a bird, which had quickly taken off and found better shelter on a nearby tree branch. Laughing at himself, Nevski got to his feet again, dusting himself down.
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At least an hour had passed and the Russian soldier was growing tired. Walking down the mountainside, he was heading in the direction in which he thought the Safehouse was. Approaching a nearby ridgeline, he climbed up onto the rock and looked down at the valley bellow, the tiny spec of the Safehouse at the far end. Grinning with relief, Nevski knew he could easily get their on foot, though it would take a long time.
Deciding to take a shortcut, he began to climb down the ridgeline when he saw something below on the ground. It was Pavlov, strewn dead on the ground with his face in the dirt. Around him were the others, also dead.
"Oh shit!" Nevski shouted aloud. Climbing back up the ridge, he began to run back up the mountainside towards the shack. If he got the jeep, he would reach the Safehouse faster. He needed to warn Makarov that enemies had breached their perimeter.
Sorry for the stupendously long wait, stay tuned. :)