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Torn Across the Rift

"We just had an... incident over here. A smell skeletal thing assembled itself and got... killed." a deep and gravely voice said over the radio.
Vaughtar, Wolfe thought, he didn't expect an off worlder to have any sort of radio etiquette, but was impressed he could manipulate and work a radio.
Wolfe didn't bother responding, he maintained his eyes on the castle. The feeling wasn't as strong as before, but, it was still there. Something definitely wasn't right. Even Hirsch seemed tense.
The wind picked up, and the temp seemed to drop a bit, though the crevice that Wolfe and Hirsch sat in was covered from the wind.
A few more moments and the radio crackled to life once again, this time it was Zesiro, he didn't seem panicky, but his voice tense. His radio etiquette had improved somewhat as well, most likely due to a small bit of an andrenaline rush.

"Hey guys. Possible mage presence, necromancer, consider any dead bodies you see as loaded guns."

"Necromancer?" Hirsch asked. "Like those guys who fuck dead people?"
"What? No that's a necropheliac." Wolfe corrected.
"A Necromancer is a type of sorcerer or magician that can bring dead bodies back to life." Wolfe explained to Hirsch.
"Like....like Jesus?" he asked confused his eyes wide.
Wolfe dropped his head and shook it.
"Holy shit, how, how did you survive childhood?"
"I drank my milk and ate my veggies," he said with a shrug.
Wolfe spent a moment gritting his teeth and glaring at Hirsch, then went on.
"A Necromancer is someone who uses magic to make zombies," he explained in the simplest of ways.
"Oh? No shit... thats bad, we need to stay alert," Hirsch said shouldering his SAW and tracking through his scope.
Wolfe sighed and went back to his monocular.

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What?

What do we do guys?

Lol... first worlders.

Torn Across the Rift

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Torn Across the Rift

"Alpha... um... Whatever. Yeah."  it was Zesiro on the other end. Wolfe didn't say any thing, he expected a level of unprofessionalism from civilians. Nevermind the fact they are using in unencrypted radios, and any one, including the Russian government may be alerted, and no telling who else was on this mountain.
"Pft, that guys a fucking wiener," Hirsch remarked, Wolfe didn't answer. He was busy surveying the area. It was cold and windy atop this mountain. The marines wore thermal boots, socks, and gloves. Wolfe only wore a sweatshirt under his blouse, otherwise he wore the normal utilities. Hirsch wore about the same, except he wore his Islamic headwrapp around his face to keep warm, Wolfe wore a white beanie.
The wind changed direction and tore down Wolfes neck, he shivered a bit and re-adjusted.
The rest of the group made their way to the castle, Wolfe watched their ingress, and tracked the area around them, no movement except for snow blowing in the wind.
"Hirsch, Wolfe. Are we clear? Is anyone else out there? We can begin soon." the radio crackled.
"Roger solid copy, no movement on our side. We are going to bound to a new OP, will advise later, alpha out." Wolfe finished the transmission.
The marines began to pick up, and while keeping one hundred meters from each other they moved accross ridgeline, valleys and cliff sides to a different location. From their previous position the moved more west and north, settling on the left flank of the castle, they both found a small recess in a cliff face, giving them both cover, concealement, and shelter, best of all they were out of the wind, the Marines, though still cold felt much better about the position.
"Alpha to Omega, New OP established, we have eyes on the castle and surround areas to the north west, all quiet as of now, Alpha out." Wolfe went back to his monocular.
He began to get that feeling, though it was slight, when he centered the monocular to where he thought the group was the feeling became stronger.
"You good bro?" Hirsch asked.
"I...don't know..." Wolfe said, "im getting a bad feeling," he said.
"You better say something, your "feelings" are usually an omen of a shit storm to come," Hirsch said.
"Alpha to Omega, what's your sit rep? You guys squared away?"

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Torn Across the Rift

Wolfe and Hirsch were not with the normal group. In fact they were further up the mountain than the rest of the group. On a ledge facing the catlse both marines laid in between some rocks and bales of snow, concealed. Both marines were wearing white BDUs with patches of browns and blacks. They were looking toward the castle.
They were getting recon of the area. Wolfe and Hirsch were happy to be wearing their armor, and had their weapons back. Hirsch had his M249 SAW and Wolfe with his M4 with M203 attatchment. Wolfe was using a 10x monocular, Hirsch looking through the optic on his weapon, and L-can 4.5 x scope designed for machine guns.
The area was quite, no movement, Wolfe felt fine. No gut feeling. Wolfe pressed the comm button on his radio.
"Omega this is Alpha how copy?" Wolfe said into the Mic.
"Send traffic Alpha," the radio chirped.
"Roger, we are located at grid Zulu papa wun niner ate to break," he gave a two second pause and continued, "niner ate sevun six, no movement, clear to manuaver, holding firm, will advise if the sit rep changes, Alpha out."
They maintained their position, there wasn't much talking back and forth. Hirsch, being the jokester he is, understands mission professionalism, and kept his head about him. They stayed in their prone positions until the group made its way up closer to the castle.

(ooc: wun niner ate to niner ate sevun six, is radio speak for 1 9 8 2 9 8 7 6. An 8 digit grid, used when dealing with terrain maps. Accurate up to ten meters. Its spoken like that to make sure numbers are separate and clarified, radio transmission can be really staticky or quiet).)