The sun sinks below the horizon and the moon hides with it. The stars above are blacked out by a thick cloud cover, leaving the streets of Monetsk entirely pitch black save for a skyscraper burning on the other side of the city as we slowly sneak our way towards the rendezvous.
Barely able to see in front of us, Boris and I walk in a single file line with him taking the lead. It was a grim thought, but every step I hear Boris take, I can only imagine the shockwave of a mine going off right in front of me. We're spaced far enough apart that should it happen, he would die and I would be left to carry on the mission alone.
The mission.
What exactly is our mission here?
We don't have any orders to follow. We don't have any command. We don't even have any backup to rely on, should things get messy.
I have to stop myself from thinking about the fact that my old backup is now the planes and artillery that's been shaking the city every few hours.
They've basically completely stopped using planes. They're not going to use those anymore after the first failed bombing run where they nearly lost half of the planes used due to the hundreds of hidden anti-air gunners in the city.
The artillery's been too light as well. I remember back when Boris and I were advancing into a village that had been taken by the enemy, we got the rare chance to have an officer call in an artillery strike. By the time that we'd advanced onto the village after the barrage came to a stop, there was no position worth taking. It was all smoldering ruins and craters the size of our cars.
I hear Boris accidentally stumble over what must've been some scrap metal, maybe an empty can. What if we end up stumbling into other survivors?
If it's just one, I'm going to open fire immediately. There's only going to be more risk involved the longer we wait to kill them.
If it's two, I'll let Boris take whichever one he goes for first, and I'll shoot at the most heavily armed one.
Any more than that and we take our chances ducking into the alleyways to our right and running in a random direction.
With my Makarov in hand, I tense and release my muscles in a subtle warmup in case the worst happens and we do end up meeting others.
We pass by a second story window where we can see a flashlight sweep through the room, casting the surrounding street in a light glow.
Boris looks at me for what to do.
I shove him lightly forward, panic rising in my veins. We need to get out of here.
He begins to run, sensing my panic.
Fucking hell, that's making more noise than we were making before.
He's too far ahead to grab and make him stop and yelling will only be louder.
The only option is to run with him or be caught dead out in the open without Boris.
My legs hit the ground fast, sending the thin layer of snow on the ground up into the air as I speed up to Boris.
The flashlight in the room suddenly casts a long shadow of Boris and I in front of us.
Shit.
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Battle of Monetsk (RU dialogue)
Action(ENGLISH TRANSLATED VERSION COMING WHEN IT'S DONE FOR NOW JUST USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE) The blockade was put up only three days ago. Now people are being executed by the hundreds every minute. Almost everyone has tried to leave and disappear before the...
