It was dark and heavily snowing. Both teams were quiet as they slowly approached the island, being unnoticed.
Everyone had something on their minds, however, the most nervous one was Filak, who was in the comms room and waiting for a response, biting his fingers out of the nervousness.
Eventually, he couldn't sit around. He grabbed his service P320-M18, put his rig on, made sure he took his SR-25, and quickly went out, carrying a really heavy backpack with the main radio and his ammunition and food.
As he ran out and rushed down the ridge, he quickly boarded the third dinghy, taking his backpack off, putting his rifle down to lighten the load on himself, and then quickly started up the engine.
"Helian. Wherever the fuck you are, I'll find you and hug the living shit out of you."
Soon enough, the first team with Wesson quickly landed at an unwatched wall, as they killed the engine, and climbed up the rocky and steep beach. Wesson signalled Skif to cover them from afar and watch the corner, as Daewoo and Imir prepared the C4. Smith hastily prepared the EMP device, and Wesson waited for the all clear from the other team.
Meanwhile, Sauer prepared the beacon, as Simonov and Heckler prepared the C4 on their end. Soon enough, Walter spoke.
"Check check, leader, our team is very very ready."
"Good. Pop it."
A loud explosion wrapped around the island, and the second team slowly moved inside, with Simonov stepping in, and being the meat shield due to his equipment.
"Cafe iz clear!"
Wesson waited for a few moments...
"Leader, something doesn't feel right..."
"What the hell do you mean? Why aren't you shooting?"
"We would if there waz someone to shoot."
"..."
"Your orders?"
"Head to the hall out of the cafe, try to get to their data storage..."
"Copy, Walther out!"
Wesson turned off her radio-feed, sighing.
"What's up? What do we do, sis?"
Smith looked at the C4 and then at her team.
"Take it off."
"Hold on sis... why?"
"They're not here. They left already..."
Skif overheard that, raising the muzzle of his MDR 308.
"It's because they're not shooting, right? What made you think that it isn't because they got captured?"
"I wouldn't have checked in with them right now, snipey-boy."
"...I guess it makes sense."
Skif got up, going back to them, as Imir and Daewoo nodded at each other, disarming and taking off the C4.
Wesson quickly sat near Smith, and grabbed him by the chin, whispering something in a melancholic tone. Smith was left confused and a bit perplexed after hearing that... As she sighed, getting up, as and slowly headed to the main entrance, around the fort.
Filak stared in through his binoculars, confused as much, and feeling super uncomfortable. A lot of thoughts just ran through his mind, as he knew if he didn't do anything right now, it could end the whole team and break a lot of things apart. Such as the northern offensive and his team. He already lost Helian. He didn't want to lose anyone else...
"What the fuck are they doing...?
I swear to god... The C4 isn't faulty... the enemies haven't left... what the fuck is the problem..?!"
Upon finishing that, his radio made contact, and he picked up the transmitter and headphones.
"Second team went in, we heard no shots. It's awfully silent."
"...You heard no shots? Is that why you didn't detonate the C4?"
"If we detonate the C4, it's gonna be useless as we don't know whether or not it's a valuable room behind this wall. Plus we can conserve the explosives for later. We can just walk through the gate, get the shit we need and fuck off."
"...Are you ok, Wesson?"
"Fuck kinda question is that?"
"Nothing... it's nothing. Proceed."
"Copy, Wesson out."
Filak put the transmitter down, sitting down and thinking really deeply, tapping his foot out of nervousness... and then he gasped out of shock.
"...wait a fucking second!"
He rushed to the transmitter, having realised something vital, and tried to connect to Wesson again.
"...No connection?!"
Once he dropped it, he tried to get on the seat and start up the dinghy again, but due to the cold, it takes him a while.
