Элитные Ржанки.
It was February 7 2001. In the outskirts of the closed city of Mezhgorye. Commander Grigory received intelligence of a vicious stoat that hunts nearby. They would need to deal with this predator before they could continue their mission.
As a first line of defense, the Grigory Clan coated their white coats with a scent-based repellent to confuse predators. As a backup plan, Technician Grigoriy developed tactical lights with a strobe mode exceeding 5,000 lumens. However, the device generates significant heat, which limits its use.
To deal with the stoat, Technician Grigoriy used his robotic mouse to lure it into a tunnel. As soon as it dropped into a narrow shaft, the tunnel entrance collapsed, burying it under loose soil and rock.
"Drive on," said Commander Grigory. The trio was just seconds away from the tunnel they needed to access. Out of nowhere, Observer Grigoriy said, "Go to ground!"
A second stoat appeared. Its nostrils flared as it sniffed the air. It moved slowly across the snow, scanning for movement. Its paws barely made prints in the snow. The trio watched from their hiding area.
Suddenly, the stoat noticed a soft “pfeeb” coming from a tree near the mice. Its ears angled forward, and its nose twitched as it listened for the faint birdcall. Each step was careful and deliberate.
Observer Grigoriy reported three birds sheltering in a basal hollow. Commander Grigory identified the cross-shaped formation from his dream and issued an “open triangle” command, maintaining ground position while Technician Grigoriy and Observer Grigoriy ascended separate trunks.
As the stoat neared the hollow’s entrance, Observer Grigoriy tossed an object onto a nearby rock. The sudden noise snapped its attention aside, opening a brief window for Technician Grigoriy to fire a stunning burst of light.
Commander Grigory darted into the hollow. “Follow me if you want to live,” he said. The birds moved without hesitation.
The trio arrived at the haven they had established near the tunnel entrance. It was fully stocked with essential supplies, including alternative food sources, a communications system, and a device capable of purifying snow into drinking water. The site is currently maintained by Sentinel Grigory and Dr. Grigory.
The birds were identified as juvenile Pacific golden plovers named ‘Tweet-Tweet,’ ‘Couch Potato,’ and ‘Ninja.’ They were very grateful for the help.
"HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THE WINTER?" Commander Grigory asked, astonished, because he had never seen this species during the season.
Tweet-Tweet explained that they had been separated from their flock during their pre-winter migration. A fierce gust of wind hurled them to the ground, leaving them injured. Against the odds, they survived in Yangan-Tau. Divine guidance led them to the basal hollow where they were hiding.
Fortunately, the Grigoriy Clan’s haven was a heavily insulated ecosystem of its own. Over the summer, they had worked hard to terraform the soil to support worms through the winter. Observer Grigoriy, a master of worm grunting, quickly caught several worms for the birds.
Commander Grigory contacted S.K. Grigory to see if there were any southern routes outside the blizzard warning. Unfortunately, the entire region was affected. With their chances of survival extremely slim, he offered to bring the birds to Hawaii, where it is always warm.
The bird's eyes became bright as sunlight glinting off distant waves. They started chirping with restless energy, imagining warm mornings and an endless amount of worms.
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