Natalya scrambled for cover behind the sparse beginning of the copse of trees the minefield was next to and peered her head around, rifle at the ready.

Two members of the unit were running away.

"Thank God," she murmured, pulled a small slip of a reflective mirror out her kit and knelt, angling her arm uncomfortably out into the light to try and catch it across Sam's eyes. She didn't bother to be careful, there were no snipers on their position, but in a moment the rest of the team would notice two were missing.

She hoped. If they didn't, in another moment, there would be the tell-tale explosion of a Spetsnaz officer stepping on a land mine.