The tangoes came down, as Jan looked to the rest of the team, and Medved, before looking forward, then at Zhenya in particular.
"I don't like changes in plan, Zhenya. I understand your view, but you're in a NATO team, and while I trust your friends, deviations in plan always require more thought on my behalf. Just keep that in mind." Jan said rather coldly, aware that he had to put the point across- lest the Russian burst out like that again. He didn't care what his operators did, so long as they took out targets. But Jan never felt comfortable about Zhenya- he could trust him operationally, but Medved's appearance again felt wrong. It felt too repeated, and Jan knew you didn't let your guard down around Russians. They were dangerous, capable of things Western SF didn't sometimes understand wholly, but they wouldn't relent. And it was why Jan didn't want Zhenya to consider himself a bear amongst wolves, but rather just a cog in a machine. He was good- but he was still just a Sptesnaz Vympel soldier, in a NATO SF team. Looking to the others, he nodded.
"Okay, we head down here." He added, pointing down, as he looked to the bodies.
"Leave them there. Get a fresh set of magazines in. We are running out of time, Gents." Jan simply said to the group, as he looked ahead, aware the team had to go, or else they'd run into more patrols- and that would bog them down. They had to be decisive, as they moved through the snowy forest, the breezy cold not a worry to Jan. He didn't care about it. OP Nevada was not far, and all they needed to do, was set up there, and prepare to move down and get what they were looking for, found. 

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Neil looked over at Wendy, a smirk on his face.
"You know, at least we don't have to get our hands too dirty. We're friends from afar." Neil said, chuckling a little, as he looked over at her, then looking back.
"And if the Ruskies are along, I hope they tell them we're here. Otherwise, things could be a little scary you know." Neil added, as he checked the bolt of the DSR, then watching through the Spotting Device again, the small tripod-mounted lens bringing up a closer image of the area down below, with Neil changing to thermal, observing anything else that might be visible.
"Hmm....through the thermals, I can just pick out a few infantry inside that hut there. Through the cracks in those barrack huts, I can see half a dozen." He added, aware that when shit hit the fan, they'd only fire then. It was boring, but it was what snipers did- wait. And wait they would, as long as they needed. Till they knew their moment would come.

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Moving downhill, Jan kept an eye out, as they moved through the forested area, with haste. the team moving as a unit. Though Jan knew he was somewhat a little at odds with Zhenya, he knew that it was petty- they were here to get the job done, and Jan knew that SF operators understood that. Even if politics got in the way, they still weren't going to murder each other- they all had little time to act, and tensions were on a high. Moving down, Jan kept his 416 raised, as they moved with a pace and flair that said that they knew precisely what they were doing. They had dropped down in the forest by a significant margin, and despite the patrols in the forest, they had made good pace, good enough to buy them time to lase and set up the shots. OP Nevada was a small pile of stones, another outcrop simular to what the two snipers perched under, but it was a little less pronounced.
"We have five more minutes till the Su-25s arrive. I'd rather do things by the numbers. Snipers, confirm your shot on the MANPADS and ZSU." Jan said, as they approached the site, Jan looking to Medved.
"Okay, if what you say is good, then relay it- I'll co-ordinate their fire as best as I can. We don't want to level this place, let's play our cards carefully, so to speak. Their armor gets destroyed, we'll leave the artillery to level the far end of the field with the grounded aircraft and the barracks, the ATC tower and the southern side. Scott, Zhenya, keep security on the left, Medved, sweep up the rear and right. I'll call it up when you say so, Medved." Jan said, aware that while the aim of the artillery would not be impeccable, it would be enough to at least saturate the immediate area, and buy them time to get onto it. Pulling out the laser designator out of it's case from the bottom of his assault pack, the fairly heavy set of binoculars coming into both hands, as he moved up to a set of rocks, keeping his lower half concealed below it. Looking down the designator, he adjusted his observation, peering down. already picking up targets of interest.
"Sniper team, pick up the Igla pod and any other AA. Prepare to engage." Jan simply said, as he moved his finger along to the squeezable button on the top of the device, the simple squeeze emitting an IR laser, trackable by an AGM and LGBs, to destroy whatever target was being painted. And right now, the two BMP-1s were right where he had his sights, the airfield in good view, yet their position just behind the end of the treeline insuring them somewhat. Jan exhaled, waiting for Medved to give the word, as he released the button, aware the system was working well, quickly adjusting the zoom level, as he looked back at the team, keeping a good cover. Jan didn't know what he'd do after this. Somehow, he felt like going home, just back to normality, GROM was where he needed to be. Yet this was unfinished buiness. For Gunther, for all that had sacrificed what was needed to make sure such a device didn't fall into their hands. And Jan was assured in his mind, that he'd follow them trying if he needed to.