(thought I'd add some tension to the moment)

Nolan smiled, "That went well." He tucked his 500 down onto the front carry rack. Revved his quad and fell in behind Andrew again. He chuckled a little, "I honestly didn't mean to blow that truck up. I wanted to disable it so we could go plant some C4 on it. Or set up an ignition bomb on it so if some of their friends came looking and tried to start it they'd get taken out too." He revved the engine, keeping up with Andrew, "But the turn out that happened is alot better I guess." He guided the quad around, dodged a large stone on the path, nodding slowly, "The mortar site was easy brother, you know that, it's these larger targets that are going to be abit of a problem. I've never known an AA site not to have alot of security." He pulled the quad back in line with Andrew as they moved on. 

He was scanning down into steep sided valley, looking for targets oppurtunity when he heard the tell tale sound of a quad slowing. He looked up and came a stop five meters behind Andrew, "Well well well, OP Switchblade I persume." He said this in his best faux-British accent he could. He pretended to doff a hat as he turned the quad off, and grabbed his own XM500 off the front bull-bars.

He slipped his ghille on over his head and upper body, the white fibers, with native plant bits and sticks from small brush stuck into it at random broke up his body shape. He carefully inched forward. "Yeah I remember Chechnya, I remember tumbling down a mountain after our hide was hit by an RPG too. I don't want that to happen this time." Nolan carefully inched in under some brush, dragging the big rifle behind him carefully. He called on some of the fieldcraft lessons he'd learned in the past to get himself into a position that would afford very good concealment. Might not do great for arms fire protection, but it would do in a pinch. He pulled the big rifle up and placed it in a good firing position, then grabbed his binoc-rangefinder, and checked out the camp. He sniffed quietly, mentally clicking off distances as Andrew called it. He got a mental picture of the AAA camp across the way from them as he surveyed the installation.

He nodded, "Good calls on the distances. I like it." He pulled the rifle closer, and began to dope his scope. He got the ranging settled then stopped.

Alot of snipers know that feeling when they are being watched. More then once a spotter and sniper team would get into a sniper battle with another sniper. It wasn't often it happened in open terrain where they could move and displace. It was often in fixed positions, where the opposing snipers were posted up, and it was more a task of who spotted who face on first. And who got the deciding shot off first. He went still, and whispered into his mic, "Andrew, go prone...and check that KSVK again...is there anyone on it? I just had that Feeling. You know the one where it feels like you're being looked at through a scope? Check for sniper positions within 50 meters of our objective. If we think this spot is a good sniping position, chances are, our friends across the way have come to that conclusion too. No firing on target until we're sure."

Nolan inched to his left a little, further into the brush, and into a snow bank, soon the only thing showing, is the lens of his rangefinder hybrid. He carefully passes the lens over the land around the position, keeping an eye out for that elusive almost invisible evidence of someone looking back at them.