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10 June 08, 03.30hrs The darkness surrounded her, making her invisible; which was good, she relished the task ahead and her concentration levels were giving her feedback from her surroundings. She could pick out the details of the trees, bushes and hedges, her ears adjusting and filtering the sounds that are normal for night-time. She thought she heard something or rather someone en-route to her mark, but despite slowing up and trying to gauge where or which direction it was coming from she couldn't pick up on it anymore. She did debate on calling it in, but after reflection decided against it; it could have been harmless or even nothing at all and who would look the fool then? She had reached her mark and called it in, hearing the silence hanging darkly above her. The dacha was in clear view, dark and apparently unguarded. She sheltered in the dip in the group, maximising her view while minimising her exposure and she had a good view of the approach to the dacha from here. It felt wrong, nothing was as expected and the hairs rose on the back of her neck, she didn't ignore the warning. Expending her concentration and wishing she had taken advantage of night vision goggles, she tried to see into the darkness that engulfed her and making everything look the same. As she cast her eyes again towards the furthermost corner of the building structure, something caught her eye, a deeper blackness that it should have been and she recognised that her internal warnings had not been mistaken; there was a figure heading straight towards her position. Quietly she spoke into the comm unit, "I've got company", her voice was calm and cold, she knew where everyone was and that Jordan was not that far away, "Alpha 3, come up on me North West." A few moments later, Jordan breathed deeply and then spoke, "I've got a visual on the bogey." Saf breathed slowly and calmly, yet feeling the danger intensifying only electrified her desire for action, but she damped it down, holding herself within; calm and collected until the shape of a dark figure in front of her checked and then continued, but now moving more quickly yet still as quietly as before. She rose up out of the ground, saying softly, as she rose up, "engaging", Jordan's reply was lost as she kept her attention on the hostile in front of her. He still hadn't seen her emerge and she knew that close quarter combat would have to be used if they weren't to alert the security staff at the dacha; and she relished the thought of utilising her skills under the conditions. She drew the blade slowly, the grease smoothed the passage out of the hilt, and kept the light from glinting on it; she gained on her prey, anticipating the fight to come, the life to take, then a loud snap from Jordan's position told her the element of surprise had been lost as the figure changed direction and ran towards the denser coverage to her left. She followed, as did Jordan and they met at the edge of the trees, cursing their luck or rather lack of judgement. She stood still a moment, and listened, before mouthing a plan to Jordan; they had no alternative but to risk all on the turn of a coin. Jordan would stay still while she doubled around and tried to flush their quarry back towards Jordan's position. They would have just the one opportunity to rectify the problem, or it was going to blow up in their faces; they had one chance to rectify the position or it was going to blow up in their faces. She made as little noise as she could, but kept up the speed. Whoever the figure was that they had disturbed was not legit or security because he would have challenged them; therefore he was either there for the same purpose as they were or had an equally dirty motive for being there. It didn't matter which way you looked at it, they were going to head towards the dacha - that much was obvious. Heedless of the ground conditions, she upped her pace, risking all on necessity and speed. She could hear noises now, and turned inward towards them, ensuring she made enough noise herself to force his direction to change. The noise paused and she could almost hear his thought processes working, before he turned back angling towards Jordan's position. Now she was slower and less noisy, driving him by stealth rather than by noise, letting him believe that she was misdirected and had no idea of where he was. Slowly but surely he came back to the path, just a few feet from Jordan's position, she didn't even need to say anything as Jordan was waiting for him and as he stuck his head out to see if the coast was clear she leapt into action and dropped a thin cable over his head and neck and pulled it tight while pitching at him to roll him off balance while firmly holding the ends of the cable so that he could issue no noise. He didn't manage to do much more than try and free himself, but by that time she had reached the pair and using a weight she cracked him on the back of the skull with enough force to render him almost senseless. She took out the plasticuffs and cord and secured him tightly but not so that he couldn't walk. She didn't want to say anything to him that would alert him to who they were, then remembered who she was partnered with and smiled before saying to Jordan "Consig�moslo de nuevo a los otros." Jordan caught on immediately that she hadn't wanted to give much away, and also switched into Spanish, "Si, mov�moslo." Jordan's teeth gleamed in the darkness, and she gave an equally wide grin in return. "�Yo no son seguros si debemos ahora tirarle o tajar su leng�eta hacia fuera para asegurarlo no hace ning�n ruido, cu�les usted piensan?" Jordan's whispered words nearly had her giggling; the poor guy had no idea and if he spoke Spanish he would be shitting bricks right now. "�l preferir�a la primera opci�n que pienso." Saf was sure that the bogey would prefer the option of being shot first rather than having his tongue cut out, but it was funny to hear Jordan talking so clinically about it; especially as there was no way that she would do that. The smile on her face died as she realised that there were lots of things about Jordan that she didn't know, and just how cold and clinical she could be was one of them. After all it was her and Paige that killed Konstantin in front of her...her Alexei and despite knowing the truth about him, it still hurt. They made their way silently back to the van, the others were arriving also, though she noted Paige's absence and Bella hadn't shown up as yet. No-one was looking upset at their absence, and after she had tied the bogey to a tree and shackled his ankles tightly with another plasticuff, she grabbed a bottle of water and relaxed against the side of the van next to Jordan. Return |
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