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"Why does Jack love Number Seven?" Dmitri whispered in the rain.
"Because it is his favorite whiskey." came a reply
Dmitri moved up onto the shoreline to meet with Willow.He removed the heavy mask,and set down the rebreather and latched it to one of the sinker pods he brought.

"I see you got the drop Willow" Dmitri said quietly.
"Yeah,I like the new gun. The suits tight around my butt" she replied with a smile,something she hadn't done in some time. He also watched her use her sinker pods to sink her gear about 10 feet away from his.

"Set the perimeter,Ill start the radio scan" he said.
Willow was silent as she moved into position next to Dmitri. The radio crackled to life in his ear.

"....movement near the west banks." came a voice.
"What was it?" said another voice
"I dunno,I lost it."
"Find it. I don't want those damn Legionaries here."
"Jonson,Red,and Chuck,go down,west bank. Got movement. Find it."
Then the 3 voices chirped in "Roger"

"Shit" Dmitri muttered to himself. He seen the movement on the damn and had seen several rangers walking down to their position. He tapped Willow on the shoulder,and pointed in their direction,making hand movements of how many are coming and what he can see. He pointed her to go to one rock on a side,and he the opposite.

"Willow,do not shoot unless they shoot first" he whispered.
He saw her nod her head in agreement.
"Lets do this" he heard her say.