It was all snow. All fucking snow and snow covered trees. The light danced off the particles of ice like crystals, sparkling and hiding God only knew what in deep drifts. Sam squinted against it but didn't know why; he was running blind even if he could see with his eyes. This was as stupid and ill-planned as going down with the Spetsnaz team had been, but they knew what happened that way. That way simply wasn't an option.

Something flashed across Sam's line of vision, making his long strides falter briefly. Stuck in panic mode, his mind couldn't process what had happened until the patch of light streaked across his vision again. Someone was signaling. It sure as fuck wasn't the enemy. He slid as he angled towards the light, his foot sinking into the snow, but kept himself upright as he started in the direction of what he hoped was Natalya, waving his arm to tell Yorick he should change course, too.