[right][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191207/c606bddeec8608a2953363e423b736bf.png[/img][/right]
Believe it or not, Taras assumed that the next attack from their unseen enemy would be directed at him. This was just the way things went, there was no luck of any kind involved, good or bad. Not only was he the only man in the group, but he had with them the pallet from the plane making him the optimal target. Furthermore, these things just [i]happened[/i] to him. 

What he hadn't expected was another mortar so soon. A group of enemies then? He'd thought that his cover would give him a good chance to ambush any gunmen that came looking for him. Either way once the tell-tale whistle pierced the air Taras allowed himself just a moment to close his eyes and think, [i]pizdets[/i], before he climbed his way out of the pit he'd thrown himself into. At the top of the ditch, the man moved forward and tossed the pallet as gingerly as he could into another batch of shrubs just as the shell exploded. The pallet was important, but Taras' life was much more valuable, or so he'd argue. Still, though he and the supplies were separated and the pallet out of harm's way for now, the force of the shell's explosion threw Taras a few dozen feet. Dirt and shrapnel covered the Russian and cut his skin. His ears rung and he was bleeding where pieces of the shell were embedded into his flesh, but his eyes were still clear and sharp. The shell landed frighteningly close to where he'd just been crouching in the ditch - and how exactly could the enemy be that accurate with a mortar of all things?

All kinds of theories ran through Taras' mind. Many more enemies than expected to make the extra eyes, some kind of new advanced scope or sighting implement, perhaps a contraption overhead... or, maybe the worst case scenario, someone with an「ability」stalking them. After all, he and the other agents had them - and their main mission was the investigation of such people on the German side. 

[color=DC143C][i]"Zh,"[/i][/color] Taras called out, vaguely aware of the position of the other agents. They wouldn't have gone far after Lilliane's warning. [color=DC143C]"Enemy has some way of [i]seeing[/i] us clearly."[/color] That they were seen was obvious, but the accuracy of the mortar was uncanny - and the Russian conveyed that through his tone. Somehow through the darkness and trees, they were easily found.

The Russian agent didn't try very hard to take cover after that, slowly moving behind a crooked tree. Now was the time for his fellow agents to show their stuff, to see if he could really count on them. Taras let himself bleed, hoping to make for a tempting target for whatever assassin was after them. If he was anything, he was completely confident in his ability to patch himself up afterward. So long as he didn't take a direct hit and wind up instantly killed, he could act as a decoy so the others could pinpoint the enemy's location.