It's night

Keep up the conversation, but try to think of a way to possibly escape.​

 

[✓]

 

nap. it's the only solution. But this time, everyone has to have a nap.

 

You decide that since they are still treating you well, you'd better make the most of it. Loser is talking at her again. She looks over yo you, as if pleading for death. You'll never admit it to a client or co-worker, but you're pretty much against killing women. Chivalry may be dead, but you just feel awkward about it is all. Like if it's in the midst of combat you'll go for the throat no questions asked, but if it's an execution or something, you're not going to take that route. It isn't right. A lot of the things you do aren't right to someone but to you, this is the line in the sand that you're just not willing to cross. Sour would deck you and then try to gut you if he heard this kind of talk. You could take him if he tried, but the idea of someone starting to look down on you for your own personal opinions is kind of agitating. Loser's still at it. You motion for him to stop. He looks at you quizzically and you assure him that everything is going to work out fine if he just shuts up for a second. He quiets down.

You look directly at the Russian woman. She's younger than you thought, the training they go through ages them a bit, mostly the weathering on their skin, but if you look carefully she must be about your age if not younger. Her hair is just long enough to seem inconspicuous in a crowd and still be easy to get out of the way in a combat situation. She can tell you're trying to figure her out because she starts motioning to the American with her eyes and making a somewhat goofy expression that means, "Kill this chump." You shake your head and give her a pat on hers. It only serves to piss her off a bit, but whatever, she's kind of cute in her own GI Jane way. You finally get around to asking your first questions, all in English. Simple stuff like her name, age, three sizes, etc... Anything completely irrelevant and inane to see if she'll start talking with you. That's when it hits her. That's when she gets why you're sitting beside her and not Loser. You're also a prisoner for the moment. Good girl, catches on quick.

Loser asks you if there's a point to continuing on like that, since it is kind of important that he at least try to get something out of her. That's when she clears her throat and starts taking with him. You can't be sure what's right and what's wrong, but she's clearly not telling him the whole truth. He does, however seem satisfied. Which is good because the train is beginning to slow. Loser looks at the door to the cabin, as if expecting his partner back. She's not there. You estimate about another couple minutes before it fully stops, but you're not gonna wait that long. You ask Loser if he heard something from outside the car, he says he didn't but he'd check it out himself if you'd be kind of enough to watch the prisoner. You silently pull out your knife and cut her bonds. You hand her your gun and tell her to follow your lead. She frowns and clearly considers just shooting you and going off on her own but reconsiders when Loser returns.

He's got his gun readied and his eyes don't look like a dopey hick's anymore. He's on the clock now and he's killed people. You tell him that as kind as he's been, you have more important scheduling concerns to deal with and being detained by the US black ops isn't exactly going to help you get there any faster. He simply says that if you both drop your weapons and he'll let you off because everyone's stressed out. If you continue to resist, however, he'll be forced to shoot. You know that he's packing armor piercing rounds that your vest won't catch more than one or two of before crapping out. As you're pondering whether you should press your luck or not you hear a gunshot from behind you and you see Loser stumble backwards and take cover. Miss Spetznaz got a little trigger happy. No point crying of spilt milk, though; it's already been long enough for you to bail without dying and get some distance covered. So, you do exactly that. The back of the train might be more accessible, but in all honesty, you know that jumping out the window is cooler.

You land on a grassy slope and roll a ways as you watch the train shrink away from you slowly. It'll be another forty seconds before it stops. You don't see Miss Spetznaz anywhere. You should...

[] Look for her.
[] Start moving.
[] Find a place to hide.

 

Get the fuck outta there, but keep an eye out for Miss Spetznaz.​

 

hide and look .

 

[✓]

 

Your leg isn't up to running around looking for your partner in crime so you decide to hoof it solo. There's a large expanse of forest not far from the tracks, you should be able to use that to make some space. You don't brag, but you are basically the best at moving through forested and jungle areas out of any merc you've ever seen. You once carried a dying man ten miles through Brazilian rain forest and still managed to gain distance on your pursuers. Anyhow, you're making your way deeper into the woods now and doing all of the standard stuff to escape capture. You backtrack every so often and then go another route, you cover your tracks and create false disturbances by chucking rocks at low hanging branches a couple dozen feet away from your path. If anyone was following, they'd swear that three people entered this wood.

It's been a good hour by this point and you haven't seen, nor heard a single thing that would indicate that you were being followed. You decide to back off your pace a bit since your leg is getting sore again. Easiest thing to do now would be find a foxhole dealie to hide yourself in for a break. Still, you're worried about the hot chick catching you, so you press on for a while longer.



It's now been another hour and your leg is killing you. If you go any further, stitches will be popped. It's just as well because you've found a good place to stop for the time being. There's a nice little clearing with some saplings growing at the edges. You carve out a few spikes with your knife and set a few tripwire traps using some vine. It's unlikely to do much but alert you to someone's presence given that you're dealing with pros, but it can't be helped. You cover yourself in some moss and grass and lie as still as possible in the trunk of a dead tree. Your leg isn't gonna get much better from any short rest so you should...

[] Come up with an ambush plan.
[] Rest for a long time.
[] Play it by ear.

 

Rest for a while and hope the tripwire traps pay off, if anyone shows up.​

 

dear god let's not **** this up...

Go through with the ICE method, ignoring the I part, as we lack ice. Ruin your lovely pants, and use some material to apply pressure. Hopefully that will reduce any potential swelling. Also, raise the injured leg and rest it, but make sure we can escape fairly easily if need be.

let's not die

 

You decide to check your leg out and see if you need to do any preventative maintenance for when you start moving again. Sure enough, it looks kind of jacked. It's cool though, you take a strip of fabric from your pants and tie it off to help keep stuff like swelling from getting worse and elevate it. It's really ****** work on your part, but field medicine always is. You're still hidden and you've still got a weapon, so you're not gonna bother yourself with worrying. You're way too hyped to nap so you reminisce on old missions and stories for a bit.

This is the first time you've been scared of an opponent. You're one of the best and you know it, but after having this hole put in your leg, after seeing the state of that train, after seeing the way the blonde chick handled the big guy; you're wondering how much more luck you've got in reserve for this. You sigh to yourself. You're the only one who'd be thinking like this. Everyone else you know, would be focused on killing their way out or something. But that just isn't you, it seems. That boundless confidence isn't something you've ever really had in spite of everything. Welp, no way this could be as bad as Prague at least. Prague was basically the worst thing ever. You thought you'd never get used to that scar on your back. Trap just went off. You heard it. You know you heard it, someone's swearing in Russian now. Doesn't seem like whoever it was got the dead end of the stick. Miss Spetznaz?



Yup, she's in the area. Swearing up a storm and looking for someone to shoot. Could she have tracked you so easily or was she tailing you from the start? Either way it's decision time. You should...

[] Say hi.
[] Stay hidden.
[] Sneak away.

 

[✓]

 

Cautiously approach her. Be ready for anything; trying to get away would probably wind up with you getting caught anyway.​

 

Sneak hi

wait

sneak around her and say hi

from behind

always remember

safety first

 

You try to move yourself from your hiding spot as silently as possible while she's still checking for more traps. Your leg actually feels terrible now, wait, it just fell asleep. You drag it along after you as you creep closer. She doesn't seem to notice you because she'd making enough noise with shuffling around trapfinding to makes your footsteps. You're nearly fifteen feet from her. Even if she did turn around and shoot you now, she'd naturally aim at the chest like all soldiers are trained to and you'd have an opening. Still, you don't much like the idea of taking a slug to the anywhere so you try to stay low and ready to hit the dirt. You're about ten feet away and you're almost sure she's noticed you. You say hi and ask how the trapfinding's coming. Unexpectedly, she just greets you as well and asks if you were followed. You ask if she counts. She frowns and says that she didn't follow you, it was just chance that you met again. Before you have a response she says that she doesn't think she was followed either. She looks tired. You ask her how she got off the train. She frowns at you and tells you that after you bailed on her she had a short gunfight with Loser and ended up jumping out the back door and running through the forest for about an hour. Then she realized that she was lost and started heading north in the hopes that she'd covered enough ground to lose the Americans. You ask her if she was shot or injured. Her leg is fractured, but that's it. You tell her that it's kind of not a, "that's it" problem but she brushes you off and says she already made a splint and had to deal with worse in basic.

Problem now is that they can follow her trail directly to you. You don't tell her that she cocked up because she seems kind of pissed and armed and Russian, but you want to get moving again before the Americans catch up, which count be within the hour if her story is true. You tell her that you were just finished resting and that it's time to move again. She says that since you're both injured it'd be better to fight. You ask her if she saw her partner's corpse. She looks away from you. She saw it. She knows that he was totally outclassed. She says that he was weak anyway. Weak or strong, he got owned by a size 3 who hasn't a scratch on her. Miss Spetznaz is getting huffy now, talking about how since she's failed the mission she'll be killed even if she escapes unless she at least kills the enemy and stops them from completing their objective. She'd rather bet on this sliver of a chance than walk around the forests getting weaker and slower until she's caught.

You tell her that she doesn't have to report back anyway. When things go badly in black ops like this, you can always just defect and leave it to someone else to take care of. It's not like Russia's all that great a place to be anyway. She bites her lip for a second and decides not to deck you for your insult to her honor or whatever it is that makes these soldiers tick. You continue saying that it's time to run and that you can make sure that both of you get away but only if she follows your lead. The woman looks conflicted for a moment but quickly asks you to lead the way.

As good as that all sounds, you have no idea whether you can make good on that promise or not. What do you do?

 

Tell her that there is a greater than not chance that you'll both end up with more aeration in your heads than you'd like, and she needs to accept the way you do things, and if she agrees, start heading NNW.

 

Start heading out. You're a badass, you can handle anything. At least, keep telling yourself that.​

 

You reaffirm with her that she's going to be treating you as the leader of this outfit if she wants to make it out of this situation better than your leg. If you ask her to jump you expect her to forgo asking how high and just fucking do it and you expect that level of immediate obedience for all requests. She nods. You also remind her that these aren't orders, they are for her benefit just as much as yours and you want her to know that and remember it. She nods again. Then you start walking north by northwest with her several paces in front of you. You tell her to keep moving that direction. If she loses sight of you for more than five minutes, she should change directions and assume that you're dead, otherwise she should hold course unless otherwise informed. She nods again. You follow the same practice that you did in the past and try to cover up both of your tracks. It quickly becomes clear that this woman was trained more for urban warfare and has very little tracker in her. She's straight assassination and combat it seems. You ask her how long ago she left basic. She says it's been five years. You ask if she was ever good at jungle warfare. She says it wasn't covered thoroughly in her training, they said that she'd learn with experience. How very Russian.

You decide that it's time backtrack and set a fresher trail and remind her of what you said about five minutes and also tell her to run and hide in favor of fighting directly, ambush is more likely to be effective. She nods again. When you return to her she asks if you know what the two of you are going to do about water. You tell her that you know that you'll eventually hit a stream and that's when the water problem will be solved. She groans internally, you can tell. You've seen that face before. You chuck a rock as some birds to disturb branches and ground well way from you. You keep up your old pattern until nightfall.

By this point it's about to be nearly impossible to move forward for you and relatively easy for the Americans if they brought night gear. Knowing Americans, they brought everything but a nuclear warhead. You tell Miss Speznaz as much and she tells you that you've reached a river, not a stream. You tell her that it's close enough and then there shouldn't be anything too bad out here. She frowns at you and produces a small bottle and some pills from her pockets. All she could retrieve from her gear as she escaped was some survival tools it seems. Pretty good. She says that you can use your helmet to drink because she's not sharing the bottle. You sigh at her, pop off your headgear and grab one of the pills and drop it into the helm. She stares at you for a bit and finally says that you're younger than she thought. When you're finished drinking, you tell her that she's also younger than you thought. She doesn't get annoyed or anything and just says that it's hard to tell with Russians.

When you've both had some pill purified water and a few minutes rest you both look out over the river. Crossing a river would normally be nothing big, but with your leg the chance of it getting infected goes up in the wet. Miss Spetznaz noticed it, too. She says that you can either follow the river or cross it, both might be a problem now that it's night. You agree and ask her if she has any light sources. She has one glowstick. You crack it and use it to look under the water. Not much there, but as you wade out you notice that there isn't a drop off. You say that even though it's bad practice they're crossing the river now. It's shallow at this point and there's never going to be a better chance. She packs up her bottle and follows without question.

When you've crossed the river you make sure that you've moved as far upstream as possible before climbing onto the banks. It's a messy business and you know that you're leaving a trail, but it's better than nothing and after you do a little work with the plants it's less visible. You tell her that you're going to have to keep moving until the light runs out and then you're going to climb some trees and pray. She says she's atheist.

The glowstick is about to run out and you hear what you could swear are bad sounds not too far behind you, tiger sounds. You should...

[] Ask Miss Spetznaz to shoot it.
[] Climb a tree now.
[] Keep moving.

 

"tiger sounds"
LET'S CLIMB THIS TREE AS HIGH AS WE CAN, YEAH? YEAH!

 

Climb a tree as fast as possible and see that the Missy is ready to fire at this unholy beast (if it's an unholy beast), if possible.​