There was a distinct whistle that howled through the air before it finally struck a wayward car, slamming into the engine block with a high pitched -<i>thunk-</i>. The muzzle-flash was like a lightning bolt in the dark sky, and the six figures moved like ghosts with a better sense of direction. The sniper missed...interesting.<br/><br/>They had been tracking them for weeks, subtle movements and quiet steps to show them where they were heading. Rogue elements like this were common on the east coast, stray squads trying to survive. For the most part, the army had more important things to do than quell a few people carrying guns. The entire nation had guns.<br/><br/>But what they didn't know, was that someone was following them. Years of hard military instruction drilled into a perfect pose of stalking, he was like a wolf tracking a group of deer in his homeland. They knew where the rebels were, and that would make them more reckless. Sniper fire was always a hindrance, and they had to be as quick as possible to make it.<br/><br/>Alexi narrowed his brown eyes as they adjusted to the dark, his knife held in a reverse grip as he stalked behind them, stopping when they did. He had to be patient, otherwise he would be riddled with bullets before he could even make a proper move.<br/><br/><i>Move up, Dimitri, watch our back.</i>He strained his ears to hear, there was a scuffle of footsteps and Alexi moved over the wreckage of an office building, slinking into the shadows as the man he assumed to be Dimitri turned to watch their back when they reached another safe location.<br/><br/>He lunged like a snake from a hiding spot, a thick arm smacked Dimitri's lips as his knife shifted and slammed into his kidney, the warmth of his blood rolling down Alexi's knife and into his fingers as Dimitri could only gasp into his arm and slump over.<br/><br/>He dragged the man off into the shadows carefully, and settled him into the shadows before moving forward again. One down, five to go...<br/><br/>These conscripts were like children, trained only in the basics. He was a hardened machine of death and killing. One that had grown weary of the Russian federation for his own reasons, the Americans would be the knife to stab into the cancer that it had become.<br/><br/>He was just giving them a little push in the right direction.