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Sgt Major: they will smell the blood and find us.
We cannot keep fighting.
We must evade, avoid confrontation.
Lycan annoyed stares at Sgt Major as his eyes turn red his muscles beneath his skin begins to pulsate and spasm as if responding to his annoyance.
Lycan: they will not stop following us.
If they chase us we will be too weaken to fight back.
Better to stop them here than a forced confrontation further ahead without cover.
The last remaining fire teams break off and spread out further as if taunting the two G.E.N.E. Grunts to attack them making themselves easy target ..
Team Leader: come out, we know you're out there!
We can smell you?!
Whats wrong you boys slowing down?!
cant push passed the pain, that makes you weak!
We dont have that problem we know hot to move past discomfort.
The snow and wind ceases to blow no longer masking the G.E.N.E. Grunts scent nor covering up the noise. The Enhanced Spetsnaz super soldiers lock on the scent as they begin to circle around the G.E.N.E. Grunts. The two G.E.N.E. Grunts realize that they are slowly being boxed in by 4 fire team formation groups, desperate they both run out from beneath a large tree toward one of the teams hoping together they can get past just the one. As they run out they see the fire team open fire forcing Lycan and Sgt Major to push themselves to avoid the gunfire, already a difficult situation due to the exhaustion and being fired by enhanced human's able to keep track highly trained capable of anticipating their movement. Sgt Major using his arm guards to block the auto fire as it bounces off them and his flak jacket the material tearing with each hit exposing the gold alien alloy, only taking a few hits in the thigh which slows him down as he tries to cut the distance. Lycan producing a deep guttural growl runs low to avoid the gun fire as he runs on all fours and finally leaping into the air spinning hoping to avoid getting hit only to take a few in the arms a few rounds deflecting as it hits his flak jacket.
The other fire teams begin to converge on them hoping to catch them before they make their way further into the forest.. The incoming fire teams witness Lycan and Sgt Major pull out their side arms and fire at the Spetsnaz while performing complicated maneuvers even after taking a few direct hits. Lycan And Sgt Major finally pushing through passed the wounded fire team begin running through them as the other teams open fire to stop them, as they run away one of the down Spetsnaz lifts his head as he pulls out a detonator.
Random Spetsnaz: Gotcha!
grinding his teeth he presses it before passing out from his wounds. The explosions fire off ball bearings from Soviet designed Claymores, Mon-50. Lycan and Sgt Major running passed bushes are caught in the explosions and are pelted by the shrapnel as they are send catapulting a few yards forward their clothing torn, the flak jackets taking the brought of the damage but already weaken they fall from the internal damage caused by the pressure wave and shrapnel. Both american super soldiers passed out in the snow and ice covered ground as boots step forward cracking the ice in front of their face.
Team Leader: hmm.. you boys gave us quite a chase.
but it's over, you lose.
Medved: They dead?
Random Soldier: i am not getting any vital signs, Commander.
Team Leader: gather our fallen and bring them along, they will still want the bodies.
Shame, i thought they would be tougher.
Random Soldier: Commander, they decimated our team full of enhanced Spetsnaz. how much tougher did you want them?
Team Leader: take their weapons..
Medved: i would have liked to test my strength against them. (spits).
The Spetsnaz gather their fallen and wounded Spestnaz taking them over an hour as they gather them and tie ropes to the fallen spetsnaz while other Spetsnaz carry the wounded making their way out of the winter forest. Lycan and Sgt Major's apparent dead bodies being dragged unceremoniously through the snow. As the Spetsnaz Security team arrive at the entrance of the forest they see the Bombardier vehicle. One of the Spetsnaz checks the engine to see if it can be repaired, another Spetsnaz goes inside to check the radio. The bombardier reception too weak to be used as all they hear is static.
Team Leader: Damn!
We're gonna have to run back or wait around for them to come looking for us, F#$%$!!!
Gather the wounded and put them inside the bombardier!
The Spetsnaz soldiers doing as they are told put the wounded inside the Bombardier while others waiting for instructions pile up the dead bodies throwing Lycan and Sgt In the pile. The Team leader annoyed watches his remaining men pile the bodies as he reaches into his back pouch for a cigarette while it is lit by Medved... Inhaling The team leader thinks about what else they can do while his men group up and huddle to protect themselves from the weather. The men decide to build a fire near the piled bodies to block the wind for when they try to light it while others gather fire wood from the near by forest, annoyed the team leader watches his men while he talks to Medved his second in command.
Lycan lying on top of the dead bodies stares at the Spetsnaz who have their backs turn away from him as they gather near a small fire to keep warm. Lycan slowly reviving does not move but simply stares so as not to give away his only advantage, with one arm he feels through the dead bodies looking for a grenade belt. Sgt Major still lifeless remains unmoving within his mind's eye is nothing but blanketed darkness, no thought, no sense of self, suddenly sparks of lights appear in the darkness/ Sgt Major hears a slurred voice hard to make out at 1st, Finally Sgt Major hears the familiar voice of his only friend through their alien implant.
Lycan: *if you can hear me do not move*
*Can you hear me?*
Sgt Major: yes.
Lycan: *open your eyes but do not move.*
Sgt Major slowly opens his eyes as his pupils dilate and focus and sees the Spetsnaz talking ignoring them.
Sgt Major: *they believe us dead?*
Sgt Major: *good, Plan?*
Lycan: *Grenades, kill them all while gathered. easy win.*
Sgt Major: * agreed. the other two in distance? *
Lycan: we will kill them.