Fighter
Outside Magadan June 19, 2008, 0900 hours He heard the soft beeping of his alarm and reached over to turn it off. It took a second for him to realise that he was in his sleeping bag inside a small white tent, but as soon as the connection was made it stayed. His mind immediately woke up and went to work assessing the situation, even though there clearly wasn't one. Still, it was something his father had drilled into him all those years ago. That was worth a chuckle, considering his tender age. He had been even younger though, when his father had taken him out hunting in Siberia. As a General his father had managed to arrange for him and his son to hunt some of the more elusive prey the snowy land had to offer, and so Yevgeniy Olegovich had learnt the intricacies of stalking and killing prey. The trips often lasted up to a week, usually taking up most of his father's leave, much to his mother's chagrin. It hadn't mattered to his father though, and Yevgeniy remembered vividly how excited he got whenever his father returned from his service to the country, knowing that they would be setting off into the wilderness to face Nature in all her majesty. The thought of his first kill, a large wolf that had been stalking some deer at the time, entered his head as he got up. It had been a moment of immense pride for him, and his father. His passage into manhood. And now he hunted men. He quickly got himself dressed in the cramped confines of his tent, making sure that he was properly tucked in in order to battle the cold. Once he was sure everything was right he unzipped the door to the tent and crawled out, turning to zip the door back up. He stood and stretched for a few minutes, working out the kinks he had developed overnight, waking his whole body up in the process. He felt much better, and began to get his equipment together. Outside Magadan June 19, 2008, 1100 hours With the snowmobiles packed the team headed off towards the target building. Following on from the previous day they progressed as carefully as they could, taking every possible action to avoid detection, because even though they were more than capable of holding their own against the enemy it was far better to use surprise in any attack. Therefore a long journey was accepted as the product of this approach, something that didn't bother Lukin at all. He'd learned patience from his father on those hunts, and on days like this he thanked him for that. He was probably the most patient member of either team despite his young age, something that Nikolai had commented on a number of times. It was a skill that was well worth having, yet it was the type of skill that wasn't easily learned, and for all his sharp shooting abilities it was something that Nikolai had yet to master. Well, Lukin thought from the passenger seat of the snowmobile, he seems to do pretty well as it is. Observation Post June 19, 2008, 1423 hours He set the binoculars down, letting his eyes readjust to the nearer surroundings, and reached for the flask. It was bitterly cold despite the sun, and much colder than previous years. Whether a product of global warming or something else he did not know. He did know, however, that this really wasn't the best temperature to conduct an assault in. He lifted the binoculars again and examined the target building off in the distance. It was a large dome, or more precisely a collection of about four domes, three of which were connected to the main dome in much the same manner as bubbles congregated. The intelligence briefing they had received prior to flying out had suggested that this was a high-tech facility for the terrorist group Iron Bear, and so they would probably be storming it either tonight or tomorrow. That was fine with him. After all, he'd killed a bear before. Return