Vratny glimpsed at the reflection of his helmet. In that moment he remembered how it ended the last time he was wearing that helmet. Under his command, the last two members perished. It was HIS failure of judgement. His hearth started to pump faster, neck became dry as a desert and sounds of the Armorers small handrill became rattling minigun. Suddenly, Fred's hand on his shoulder shook all his thoughts to the bottom of his mind. "You alright, Vratny? You look like you just saw a ghost." "I am alright, focus on the mission, it has been just a thought", Vratny responded.
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Air has been chilly and sun begun to set, when Albert asked for the fifth time: "Are we there yet?" Commandress' "No", has been as patient as it could be, because dragging him unconscious would be insanity in this outpost in the middle of the nowhere."Five clicks like this, then we climb with ropes". Albert, satisfied with answer thanked. Suddenly, Fred shouted: "There!", pointing his finger to the object hanging from the pines, immediately after pulling out flare gun. Commandress gestured 'stand down' and started making her way towards the pines with hand on the handle of her knife...