[b]"Lazy motherfucker."[/b]

Vadim chuckled as he got into a proper driving position and turned on the car. He kept his G36 close to his chest, stock folded, in case he would need to use it as fast as possible. When Melnikov gave the signal, Vadim shifted the gear into drive and began following the lead car.

...

When the lead car shut off its lights, Vadim followed suit. He caught a glimpse of the three jets that passed over them, muttering:

[b]"Что за..."[/b] (What the...)

What startled him was the tailless delta wing configuration on the jets - these weren't F-16s, Chengdus or Migs... While the thought that these were Mirages or Eurofighters did cross his mind, Vadim singled out one type of jet: HAL Tejas from India. So there was only one question left...

[b]"The hell is the IAF doing here?"[/b] Vadim exclaimed. He sighted and immediately focused back on the road. [i]No point in worrying about them now, if these truly were Indian jets then we would get confirmation later[/i], he thought.

[b]"Cossack, you're with Patch. Low and me will take the front, work on obstacles. Mortimer you got the 6. Stick to Cossack and Patch, make sure you got their backs."[/b]

Using his left hand Vadim pressed the PTT button on his chest: [b]"Cossack here, gotcha."[/b]

As they got closer to the front line all the gunshots and explosions from it became louder and more threatening - they were in a true warzone. They took some detours to avoid the biggest obstacles, Melnikov had this planned out rather well. Vadim's respect for the man was growing. Although in his position,  Vadim would try to push the Yankees for more intel regarding the CIA station. Dirty means or otherwise.

As they got closer to the AO, Vadim said to Daniel: [b]"Low, keep your eyes peeled. While I doubt an interception might happen before we get to the "Cutthroat's" station,"[/b] He made a brief pause. [b]"Lord knows into whom we might run into around these parts."[/b]