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UNSF´s tail to trouble.

Keeping the pursuing chopper out of reach from the Tri-Plan twin rotor ahead turns out to be more troublesome than expected. The pilot of the military issue recon heli, veers off to a much lower altitude that Hawkins feels comfortable with.

They got a sniff of me, cap. But we´re good now.

The pilot corrected the visor of the helmet and kept a steady gaze at the target for the pursuit.

Two suitcases with gear stand by Hawkins feet, propped with emergency gear. He´s anticipating trouble. The cases would fit nicely to the back of the scooter in the small loading bay of the recon heli.

Good to hear, now make sure we are not spotted again

He fingers his belt as his eyes glint out of the recon helio, towards the target. Captain Stephen Hawkins goes ver his commands again in his head. Recon, meet with targets, survey and if nessceary use force to neutralise target

Something had got his bosses running scared, it was the Canal all over again, go in quick, assess and if needs ben clean up. N one will compete or turn from the control. But only if all other ways failed.

He looks at the false ID's before him, security chief, or bodyguard, he knew that his assassin may have failed but if not there was a nice way in. Even if they had failed, he might be able to use it to his advantage.

He got one transmission an hour ago, a fragmentary TEXT, via a sat-phone. ".The... al ..deployed!... stat...  ...ver!", the message had read. The first team the UNSF had sent in had finally reported in.

Damn the equipment Stephen says as he looks out.
How long till we reach the drop zone?

His frustration at not really knowing what was happening and coming in hot into a potential pile of shit, was showing through.

His hand unconsciously rolls a bullet between his fingers are the chopper shudders a bit in the cross winds.

"One minute, Sir." The pilot answers. "Two klicks from Station 10."

The distance would take under two minutes at a leisurely pace with the scooter. It has a top speed of 150mph. His packs and military grade survival suit would let him stay in the harsh climate for a week without external aid. A tent, equipment, generator, solar powered computer, rations, weapons - the works. He´ll be able to stay without range of the team with no problem. All in white camouflage.

The sun would not set for another three months.

Hawkins dons his snow mask and sees to that the scooter is sufficiently secured for the landing.

Hawkins nods as he readys himself and his gear. He look out across the white expanse knowing all too well about hostile situation and environments.

He Steadies himself and slips the belt around his body once more, securing for the rough landing that was about to happen.