In The Long Shot

Chapter 4

Hey there, my apologies for updating ridiculously late. It has been almost three months since I released the last chapter. Ups... I admit, I am not good in managing my own time. In fact, I am terrible at it. I didn't make any promises so far about updating regularly. That would just be a blatant lie. But what really motivated my ass to continue was 1ooo views. Yay :3

Just like I mention before, critic, grammar correction etc. is welcomed with open arms. 

Anyways, enough of me yapping. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

No one's Pov:

From the top of a hill in the small Carpathian Mountains, two helmets and one cap pokes just above the ridge. Their dark black colour blending in with the dark night sky above.

Observing a little hut from that distance, Vladimir stares through his binoculars. Eyes open for any movement.

Some shuffle could be heard to his right.

Lucas: Can you see something else, besides the pitch blackness?

His unamused voice didn't go unnoticed by Vladimir. The man knows both boys are tired from the walking for the past 24 hours. It has exhausted each one of them quite a lot. And with no boars or other animals in sight for them to feast upon, they need to preserve their energy. Not to forget the cold is forcing their bodies to balance the loss of heat by producing more. But ultimately, it's a losing battle for them at the moment.

Vladimir: I can see the outlines of a house... hut, or whatever that is.

Jan: Well then perfect. What are we waiting for?

Standing up he points with his index finger towards the house.

Jan: We shall endure upon the decrepit, mold-ridden beds that our abode begrudgingly offers us!

Lucas only snorts at his knight like talking while Vladimir maintains his blank stare still keeping an eye open for any possible movement.

Vladimir: Would you keep it down? We've been working our asses off to stay below the radar and we shall keep it that way for as long as possible. But yes, I think some sleep in those mold-ridden beds will do ya good.

Turning around Jan walks towards the canon and attempts to lift it off the ground for another time. But due to his tiredness, the rear slips out of his grip and plumps down on the frozen dirt.

Catching himself on the knees. His breath slightly visible as a cloud exits from his mouth.

Tiredly gazing at the weapon and then at the house in the distance he attempts another try.

Jan: C'mon.

Lucas: You need any help there?

Vladimir doesn't stop to look at the boy, who's desperately trying to lift the weapon off the ground for one last time.

Though after a little while it seems useless, as his grip only seems to loosen again, once he tries to lift the other end in one swing.

Jan: Nononon-!

But before it could slip off, another hand comes to his aid and stops it from falling.

Looking at the other end of the barrel he is met with Lucas holding it with both of his hands.

Lucas: How about now?

Jan first nods at him, thanking Lucas silently.

Readjusting his grip, Jan holds the rear end of the canon with one hand, while carrying his Tapco SKS in the other one.