As we touched down in the small town the snow had thankfully stopped. However from the dark ominous clouds above me I could tell we would eventually have to deal with a flurry or two.
We touched down and immediately our two partners decided to break away from Jon and I, we pleaded with them to stick close but for some reason our voices fell on deaf ears. We peeled left to start hunting boxes. It’s a mixture of emotions when you see the supply chests, at first there is elation. Quickly followed by a sense of paranoia bordering on terror. Were they being watched by the hunters, was this the chance of some small sliver of salvation or a death sentence. It was my turn to find out.
As Jon took up a covering position, I slowly took one last look around and then it was time. I holstered my rifle and took out my 9mm, the weight of the sidearm gave me renewed confidence. Crouching I slowly started to move towards the objective. At moments like these you start to notice everything around you, The sound of crunching snow beneath your feet, the footprints you're leaving behind, even the way you are using the side of a lorry to support your weight on the slow crouch into position.
After what felt like an age I was there. With one last look I got down to business, my hands were shaking half was probably the cold but the rest was my adrenaline pumping to new heights. As I opened the lock with an ear shattering sound of metal on metal, my stomach dropped while at the same time my heart was filled with joy. With the food from this stash alone we could feed the children of the group for at least a day. This was the first of many finds in the next few minutes, all just as fruitful maybe our luck was changing.
Suddenly all that promise was wiped out as we heard a mine go off, followed by some automatic gunfire. The other members of our party were down and there was no way we could reach them in time. My decision is one I know I will live to regret, we stayed put. By keeping ourselves in a defence position, I was positive we could avenge our fallen comrades and secure the supplies we needed for the future survival of the BCUK clan. The question is would they play ball or would we go down at the cost of dozens of lives...
To be Continued