Glad to be finally on solid ground, though tainted by the presence of certain malevolent beings, he let his rifle hang loosely on the sling and helped tug the boat to a safer place. Adjusting his helmet and pulling his NVGs over his eyes, he took a moment to look around before falling into formation. Approaching the village felt like stepping into a bear cage. One with primitive and unusually unpredictable bears, that is. Nodding in acknowledgment at the order, he glanced briefly at the closest building before moving over to it, quickly, but as quietly as he could.

Reaching the building, he carefully peeked around the corner, careful not to stand beside a window, scanning their immediate surroundings before turning around, only to find out that Merlin was already inside. When your job was killing others, some people would find being a workaholic questionable at the very least. He didn’t have to look inside to make a pretty good picture of what happened in there. Moving along one of the alleys, slow footsteps and unintelligible speech made them stop. Smirking at the Captain’s order, he pulled his Glock 17 out of its holster and took aim, the three green dots on the sights aligned, pointing to where he expected the guard to be when he made it past the corner. [i]“I Hope they’ll think it’s just the sea making that noise or something.”[/i] The first guard that passed disappeared from Jarek’s field of view in a quick motion. “Mark.” He didn’t need to be told as the other guard casually strolled into view, still oblivious to the three operators less than two meters from him. His Glock barked quietly and the man fell, hitting the ground with a hollow thud. At this range and with an unaware target, it was almost too easy. He pointed the weapon at the ground and looked at the Captain, not expecting any problems on his side. He did not expect to see what he did. He looked back up, returning the pistol back to its holster, as trouble making was probably the last thing on that guard’s mind. Grabbing the second militia man by his ankles, he soon joined his buddy behind some piled boxes.

Following Merlin, he listened to his little speech and nodded, looking over his shoulder to see whether the SAS operator was behind him. Jarek noticed the door to the nearest building was slightly ajar and walked over to it, peeking inside. In the dark room, one could make out the shapes of many bags and boxes. Moving in, he hugged the wall to the right of the door, scanning the room with his rifle raised. Looking inside a few random boxes and burlap sacks, he found nothing but foodstuffs and a box ammunition, most likely 5.45x39 or 7.62x39. Going through the doorless frame leading to another, much smaller room, he crouched beside the remains of a collapsed wall. He observed the larger building ahead, noting the light coming from inside it. “Lights are on, but I can’t hear any sound coming from inside. Could be empty, or maybe they’re sleeping. Or they somehow know about us and they’re waiting for us to casually stroll in. What do you think?” he motioned to the house.