We moved in silence, and as soon as the four of us were secure, I tapped the mic twice to let the driver know to roll out. The LTV crawled over the rocky terrain with surprising quiet, and within two minutes, we saw the lights pouring from the beautiful chalet. It was open and modern, the entire back wall made of glass.
We skirted it, having to pick off only two guards as we approached from the side.
Either Varga had grown lazy, or he was waiting for us. I exchanged a look with Kane, where he hung from the nearest handhold, a deep frown of concentration only partially hidden under his helmet.
Dimitri parked us in the tree line, and all but two men piled out with us. One stayed in the driver’s seat; the other manned the mounted gun on top of the LTV, in case we needed cover fire to get o
