Re: Sneaking about
OOC: Well, since he's not looked in for a while and we really need to get moving here, I'll let you control his actions for now. I'm fairly sure that you know by now what he'd do in different situations, especially ones like this.
IC:
At Dieters urging, Olivera crawls forward through the underbrush to try and identify who might be talking and why. With his G3 rifle craddled across his forearms, it takes a few minutes to silently travel the short distance required.
With exceptional care, he slowly moves aside the last few leaves to give himself line of site to his "target". About fifty metres away and seated in a shallow depression overlooking the kill zone of the ambush, is a man dressed in Soviet army uniform and speaking quietly into a radio. He is unshaven, dirty and looks to be in his mid twenties. An AK-74 lies beside him and a map is spead across his legs. He is in excellent concealment from the road and certainly not associated with that group in any way. From the disturbance to the leaf litter around him and a few scraps of food (apple cores, etc) tossed a few metres away, it is clear that he has been there for at least several hours.