SENJO<br/><br/>The path Corporal Morden was making along the slope and the highlighted 'Best Tactical' line flickering on my internal map had a 94.7% correlation. Morden was doing the job almost perfectly according to the Marine Fieldcraft Manual.<br/><br/>I kept a few metres to Private Law's left rear in a position where only a slight turn of my head would bring both marines into view and beyond and below them, Lance Corporal Mitchell also. From time to time our point-man's head would swing back to check on those following. I would meet his gaze and give a single nod of my head and move on.<br/><br/>The fact I was just a beast of burden if we hit an ambush was pushed aside. My mind remained clear. At least I had a good pair of eyes. I used them to interrogate every rock, gully and scree slope uphill of us, and the skyline. To a human with their visual associations a rock could take the shape of a man, the light reflecting off a wet boulder could be a gun barrel. A humped slope a tank. I suffered no such mental clutter. Each shape and outline was interrogated for movement relative to my own then measured for bulk against perspective. Every shadowed hollow was penetrated. I literally scoured that hillside clean.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>Just rock and rain. Mud and mist.<br/><br/>Lower down the slope Bravo Team moved crisply in a steady creep, moving from cover to cover in what was effectively an elongated staggered diamond formation, mirroring our own group.<br/><br/>Intermittently behind me, above the rush of the wind and pulsing of precipitation which was reduced considerably here in the lee of the spine of land to our left, I heard small noises that fell within the audible envelope of a human of Leftenant Mengsk's bulk wearing the M190 KPBA suit. I didn't break visual link with the point to turn and check the Leftenant was there. I knew he was covering our rear.<br/><br/>2,487 metres from insertion point to target. The target was large however. A standard construction Weyland-Yutani terraforming colony outpost was a rectangle of steel and plastruct plating and columns surrounded by a four metre cast concrete fence some two hectares in area. Depending on the exact orientation we should make visible contact with the south-western corner of the base perimeter after approximately 2,200 metres. Less if we came upon it from an elevated position.<br/><br/>Watching Lance Corporal Mitchell and Corporal Morden moving steadily but slowly and tracking our progress on my internal map I estimated we would cover those 2.2 klicks in forty minutes. We had left the insertion point thirty three minutes ago. Mitchell or Morden should make visual with the perimeter wall very soon. If the colony still had power, lights on the gatehouse should be the first evidence...