(sorry about the delay, my power went out...mid post, no less. Bleh)<br/><br/>Americans, they were all the same. Their ideal of stealth seemed to be carrying as much firepower as possible and getting a shot off first. Alexi wasn't really that surprised to see the fool get himself shot. Nothing silent about what he was doing when he came up to them.<br/><br/>Still, he said he was going to push them in the right direction. So that's what he was going to do, he swung out of his cover and flicked his 74 to single shot, a salvo of accurate shots stitched across the pair as they slumped down in pain. Alexi stalked forward as he reloaded again and put a pair of bullets in their chests to make sure they weren't getting back up before he finally slung his rifle over his shoulder with a sigh and headed to the 'stealth expert'.<br/><br/>"On your feet." He said, his English heavily accented, but decently understandable. "Try not to make so much noise this time,<i>da?</i>" He said, grabbing him by his good arm.