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DaBrennerGuy wrote: Col. Sentry's Piece.

Your squad steps off the BTR-80 APC at the outskirts of the town near midnight. Thanks to the poor state of the roads, you take 6 hours more to arrive. The streets in this shanty town are too muddy from the melting snow for the APC to go through, you'll have to go by yourself. Every step sinks into ground, a quagmire that forces your squad to a slow trudge through up the road. Your men, encumbured by heavy SPOSN packs stuffed full of ammunition packs, heavy calibre weapons, and spare weapon parts while wearing bulky Flak vests, are struggling despite the highly rigorous training that they have been through. Finally reaching a cobbled street, you and your men take the chance to take a quick break. The sound of utterly exhausted men laying down packs sounded unearthly loud... Too loud. You find that you can't see anything move, or even hear anything. If there was a brute, wouldn't there be all hell breaking loose...? It looks like your squad was blessed with a injection of veterens, as they seem to have noticed what you have too. After 5 minutes, you get your men to abandon their packs before venturing further in. It would be a slaughter if you fought in this quagmire of narrow streets with about 40 k's sitting on your back... Moving faster now, you head towards the town centre, where the brute is located on your GPS. For some reason, you feel eyes feasting on your bodies, hungry eyes in the shadows... The cobblestone street fades into mud as soon as it had been cobbled.... Your squad squelches through the mud, your men trying to break the unnatural silence with whispered jokes through their helmet mics, but nothing can shake away the unneasy feeling toiling away in your guts.... All at once, the power cuts out. Etheral darkness clouds everything, and your squad bumps into one another in the confusion. Night vision on. All it does is help fuel the unneasiness in the air. Your men appear as ghostly, luminous apparitions on the night-vision headsets, and even worse still, you still cannot see any of the townspeople, or the brute. Finally, after 10 minutes of travel through the mud, you reach the town square. "Что это за шутка?" (What kind of joke is this?) Your squaddies snort in derision, and you can almost feel the and disdain for GHQ in the air. Just as the brute decides to land a few metres in front of you. The blue sparks flying off his body temporarily blinds you and your squad, and lets the brute take the upper hand, hurling the club at your squad. Thanks to your pitch-black Spetznaz camoflauge uniform, the brute misses.... Somehow. "Ночное видение выключено!  Идите, идите, идите!" (Night vision off! Go, go, go!) Do you: - Run. Something doesn't feel right.... - Light 'im up. He's a brightly painted target in this darkness. - Find cover and use your pre-dictated tactic. Excuse the Russian, pls. Just wanted too do that :C Continue with normal tactic, cover him from all angles and open fire. He can only throw clubs from one angle, thankfully.