The forest is wet, dirty, the wind howls in ears, shoes sink into the mud squelching disgustingly. A downpour is drumming on the leaves. fucking rain, fucking people, fucking helping others. a man was walking behind, peering into the darkness, listening to the sounds

There was an owl somewhere over ear, probably hunting. just like you "and how long will we wander?! there is no orentir here..." You hiss irritably through clenched teeth, so that your tongue bounces off them. Kruger just let out a long sigh and accelerated his pace a little, catching up with you "don't grumble. you know perfectly well, until we delay the target. Don't forget that we are only the rear, which should keep everyone under control and give the signal. and there is an orentir" Sebastian looked at you from under the sniper hood, even through the mesh on his face it was clear that he was saying this with a stony face

You have finally reached the right point, some kind of disadvantage. You were next to Kruger, lying under the bushes, peering through the tiny sight of a rifle. Suddenly, the man slapped you on the thigh with the back of his hand "they're passing something. give the signal to the others" Kruger said it softly, but clearly enough for you to reach for the walkie-talkie