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Quiet. Sweet blissful quiet. Nothing but soft snow falling upon a white blanketed ground. No noise of cars, no angry pedestrians, not even animal calls to disturb the quite atmosphere of the Alberta woodland.
“I could get used to this,” Hardman thought as he stared out at the dark mass of pines through his night vision goggles. “If only its wasn’t so fucking cold.” He shivered involuntarily at the though t and shifted slightly in his cramped position.
“Hardman, keep quiet.”
The voice hissed into Hardman's headset and cut through the quiet night. He looked involuntarily over to where his team leader was positioned. He was hidden by a bush and facing away to the right, but Hardman stuck out his tongue at him anyway. “You keep quiet Hardy,” Hardman grumbled, but he had to give Hardy credit for knowing who had moved out of the four officers that where there. Hardman knew he wasn’t the only one who had moved slightly over the past four hours. Soon after they settled into their positions, his headset picked up the slightest noise from coming from Mits’ position as he shifted his rifle on the ground. In fact, the more Hardman thought about it, he realized everyone had moved at least once since they had begun this lengthy vigil. Logan stretched his legs about 30 minutes after Mits and George stifled a sneeze an hour and a half later. Even Hardy had crackled the snow under his boot as he tried to recalculate blood to his feet.
Hardman conceded, the only person who hadn’t moved since they began was Dr. Windrove. The doc had settled into a position a bit off to the left and in-between him and George. Wrapped up a Multicam Alpine patterned blanket, she soon became a blurry shape as the sun set behind the trees.
That was nearly three hours ago and now Hardman could only barely make out her outline through his nvgs. He squinted at her, trying to see if she was still awake.
Hardman pushed the ptt on his rig and whispered into the headset’s microphone, “Hardy, I think Docs asleep.”
“Are you sure?” began to crackle back into the headset before it was rudely interrupted.
“Fuck you am I asleep. And what’s with you all calling my doc? I'm not your fucking medic.”
The __ which was barely controlled in the hushed voice caused Hardman to grin.
"I see the cold hasn't helped with lightening your personality." Hardman whispered back.
"Fuck you."
"Oh come on doc, where is your happy spirit." George chimed in from his position.
"Cut the chatter or we are going to scare it off." Hardy's authoritative voice finished the conversation and they all returned their attention to the blackened forest around them.
Another two hours dragged by before Hardy signed it was time to go. They all stood up awkwardly, stretching their cramped muscles and shaking the snow off their bodies. Forming a ranger file, they trudged back through the newly fallen snow to the cabin.
“Listen up, director Kennedy said you were the team siting here with your dicks in your hands, whatever that means, and I could pick five you to help with my field work.” Windrove gave a disapproving glance around the room before continuing. “I’m going to read off the names of the five officers who have been selected. Once your name has been called, stand up so I know who you are.”
“Garry Hardy.”
“Ryan Mits.”
“Logan Rodney”
“George Winsler”
“Kevin Hardman”
We each stood up intern as our names where called. I glanced over at George and grinned.
“Alright the five of you I called sit down again. The rest of you can go back to what ever dick holding you where doing before you came here.” Winsler replaced the paper in her folder and waited as the rest of the officers filed out the door.
As the door closed on the last officer she turned back to us and I saw her finally crack a devilish grin. “So,” she said. “How do y'all like lots of snow?”
We have been here for two weeks
All we have to do is bring back a carcass it
“Ah fuuuuckk!!!” George let out an exasperated exclamation. “I just realized we have proof this thing is out here and now we will have to spend at least another week in the cold to get one!” His shoulders slumped in defeat while the rest of us began to chuckle.
