Natalya pushed her goggles up and craned her neck to glance around the tree before she looked back at Yorick and Sam.

"No ideas. I am make struggle, hope to distract long enough for you two make escaping. SAS officer is shoot me in head. We are back in snow." She gripped her rifle hard and dug it into her shoulder, scowling.

"I am never hear any of this type things happening on island. Yorick, you are know what this is?"