1Mar99 Arctic Training/Refresher - Day 1: Beyond the COP

Rust didn't like being exposed and stopped. It made his paranoia worse. Though they were near 0-0 visibility Rust didn't want to chance a break in the wind gave a hostile element the advantage.

He couldn't make suggestions, being the lowest ranked of everyone. That didn't matter he could make requests. "Anastasia, follow me, keep frosty. Look for signs of the enemy, okay?" He shouted over the howling wind, far enough away from the clamor around MacDonald to not be too distracting. He double checks his slings, one for the M16A2 he was carrying in his hands, the other for the Pig. He set off counterclockwise.

Ana follows Rust as he heads off to secure the perimeter.

"Don't loose sight of the cabin." She says as they move.

"Ти мусиш це зробити." Thrusting a length of rope, into her hand he demonstrated the knot he had shown her earlier tying to his belt. '"Lifeline."

"Я шукатиму диких собак. The ones I have killed are large, and hungry."

"... and delicious..."

Cristea watches MacDonald carefully as the sugar, caffeine, and warmth begin to take effect. He checks pulse and responses intermittently. Only when he's satisfied does he look toward Simmons and McBride, 'I would like him inside - warmer and under observation - until I am satisfied this has passed.'

"Staff Sarn't, this wild dog country. Gonna take Ana and look 'round wit'yo say so." Rust combined the request with his plan.

Justin starts to regain his senses. He looks towards Dr. Cristea and any words die in his throat. He simply nods and allows himself to be directed.