Natalya watched Sam run after Yorick, then crouched around the tree to look at her team. She brought up her rifle and took aim on the one who would step on the landmine. If she could shoot him at the correct angle, he would fall away from it. She kept him in the scope carefully. The barrel wavered. She stood and planted her shoulder against the tree trunk, and aimed again. The barrel didn't waver. She didn't pull the trigger. She huffed out a frustrated breath, then pulled in another and raised the scope again. She had to do it.
She had to.
He stepped on the mine and the explosion flared up to above the tree line. Doors burst open, militia ran out. She shot a few of the insurgents, then ran to another tree and took out a few more. She turned her head to see the progress Sam and Yorick had made, and couldn't even locate them immediately through the thick of the trees. Feeling a tepid sort of relief, she leaned her head back against the tree she was press up to, and her eyes fell on the ridge she'd been on the last time they'd gone through this.
There was movement, clearly the men that had caught her last time. One was running low and crouched along the ridge. The other was following the trail in the snow with his own scope. The trail that went to the woods and then reappeared at its edge, a messy track left by four legs, two men running. She cursed and started running after the boys, ducking around the trees, and stopped to bring up her own scope and see what the sniper on the ridge was doing.
His form wasn't as good as hers, but he was taking aim.
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Date: 2010-08-24 11:15 pm (UTC)She had to.
He stepped on the mine and the explosion flared up to above the tree line. Doors burst open, militia ran out. She shot a few of the insurgents, then ran to another tree and took out a few more. She turned her head to see the progress Sam and Yorick had made, and couldn't even locate them immediately through the thick of the trees. Feeling a tepid sort of relief, she leaned her head back against the tree she was press up to, and her eyes fell on the ridge she'd been on the last time they'd gone through this.
There was movement, clearly the men that had caught her last time. One was running low and crouched along the ridge. The other was following the trail in the snow with his own scope. The trail that went to the woods and then reappeared at its edge, a messy track left by four legs, two men running. She cursed and started running after the boys, ducking around the trees, and stopped to bring up her own scope and see what the sniper on the ridge was doing.
His form wasn't as good as hers, but he was taking aim.