Wolfe and Hirsch were not with the normal group. In fact they were further up the mountain than the rest of the group. On a ledge facing the catlse both marines laid in between some rocks and bales of snow, concealed. Both marines were wearing white BDUs with patches of browns and blacks. They were looking toward the castle.
They were getting recon of the area. Wolfe and Hirsch were happy to be wearing their armor, and had their weapons back. Hirsch had his M249 SAW and Wolfe with his M4 with M203 attatchment. Wolfe was using a 10x monocular, Hirsch looking through the optic on his weapon, and L-can 4.5 x scope designed for machine guns.
The area was quite, no movement, Wolfe felt fine. No gut feeling. Wolfe pressed the comm button on his radio.
"Omega this is Alpha how copy?" Wolfe said into the Mic.
"Send traffic Alpha," the radio chirped.
"Roger, we are located at grid Zulu papa wun niner ate to break," he gave a two second pause and continued, "niner ate sevun six, no movement, clear to manuaver, holding firm, will advise if the sit rep changes, Alpha out."
They maintained their position, there wasn't much talking back and forth. Hirsch, being the jokester he is, understands mission professionalism, and kept his head about him. They stayed in their prone positions until the group made its way up closer to the castle.


(ooc: wun niner ate to niner ate sevun six, is radio speak for 1 9 8 2 9 8 7 6. An 8 digit grid, used when dealing with terrain maps. Accurate up to ten meters. Its spoken like that to make sure numbers are separate and clarified, radio transmission can be really staticky or quiet).)