Re: Tracking the Enemy
And so, she left her present vantage and proceeded back up the mountain northward, radioing in her updates of the enemy's position every few minutes. She held the advantage of being situated at a far greater height, and thus able to survey the landscape beneath her regardless of obscuring land formations. That, coupled with her chameleon suit's exceptional camouflage, made her both more mobile in navigating terrain, and virtually invisible to the enemy below. She was able to make swift progress over the sloping hills and highlands, tracking the Symbiots as she did so.
The sun soon fell beneath the horizon and the last remaining vestiges of daylight faded to blackness. It was the new moon; starlight was the only illumination now. But night was no enemy for Harper. At the touch of a switch, the light amplification optics in her goggles activated and the landscape came into focus once more, glowing brightly in the ultraviolet spectrum. She continued up the mountain toward the rendezvous point, which was centered atop the northernmost crest of the Istal mountains.
The strike unit would be approaching the rendezvous from the west; they were coming from the cathedral in the southwestern tip of Darmak City, which was northwest of her current position. She was closer east to their destination, but the unit, in turn, was closer north. She estimated that if she maintained good speed, she and the other scouts should arrive at the rendezvous just before the traveling strike unit.
Midway up the mountain, she found a suitable outcropping from which to check on the enemy's progress. Bringing her macrobinoculars up to her eyes, she scanned for a few moments before she caught sight of the Symbiot cavalry moving in the distance directly south of her. Sure enough, they had passed the city and were already heading over the southern slopes of the Istal mountains on their way east. She herself had just passed the city on her way north, using the remote lights of the western starport to help orient her.
She had begun her trek toward the rendezvous with a long head-start on the Symbiots, but that advantage was steadily diminishing as time went by. She, the other scouts, and the strike unit all had to arrive at the rendezvous point before the enemy reached the coast, or the Symbiots would cross through the ravine before they got there.
Looking west across the hillside, she saw the other arms of the mountain extending down from the northern peak. Somewhere northwest along one of those arms, she knew, was one of the other Ghost-Runners, though she could not see him. Farther north and west, respectively, were the other two. All of them, spread out and isolated. The only signs of their existence were the occasional updates they each provided on their shared channel, confirming the enemy's location and bearing from different angles, along with their own updated positions. Beyond that, the radio chatter was kept quiet, each scout operating independently in silence.
She had to get moving. Checking her compass for bearings, she resumed climbing the mountain, moving steadily farther and farther north. At certain open stretches, she was able to cover some distance with running. In steeper areas, she had to navigate vertically. Little by little, she made progress, tracking the Symbiot force as she went along.
Finally, after hours of climbing, jogging, and hiking up the sloping mountain, she reached the rendezvous point - a flat highland crest overlooking the east canyon, sitting atop the northernmost height of the Istal mountain range. The other three Ghost-Runners had already arrived slightly before her, having previously announced their arrivals over the channel.
She couldn't see them; they had taken up positions of concealment on the crest, obscuring themselves while they waited for the strike unit to arrive. It was standard Ghost-Runner procedure - taking every precaution to avoid enemy detection, lest their whereabouts become known and their tactics be compromised. "The hills have eyes", as the saying went, and this was especially true on Stigmata. The Symbiots were capable of converting not only humans, but animal and plant-life as well, and there was no telling whether a passing bird or wandering mountain scavenger might in fact be a Symbiot spy scouting for trespassers. The best precautionary measure a scout could take was concealing herself amongst the surrounding terrain whenever possible, and lying in wait until reinforcements could arrive.
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