Конец линии.
It was February 9, 2001. With their Pacific golden plover companions at their side, the Grigoriy Clan arrived on the outskirts of Vladivostok at a speed no human had ever matched.
With War Mode still in effect, Grigoriy Clan members stationed near the area mobilized to the Vladivostok Permafrost Tunnel to support the arriving contingent.
Fortunately, this tunnel was far safer than the Mezhgorye Permafrost Tunnel, though the surface presented a different challenge: humans in overwhelming numbers.
Surveillance Grigoriy knew this location better than anyone. He had an intricate understanding of the route network and quickly briefed Commander Grigoriy of a Vladivostok construction van that was parked near the surface, and if they moved now, they could catch a ride into the city.
The van itself is suspicious. No construction work is scheduled in the abandoned district, and its heavy-duty off-road tires are far too clean for a legitimate construction vehicle. Surveillance Grigoriy suspects it’s being used for some kind of covert operation.
Technician Grigoriy detected a high-powered mobile electronic warfare (EW) system broadcasting across multiple jammed frequencies. No ordinary construction van would be equipped with this technology. He engaged emergency FHSS communications to inform the base that the Pacific golden plovers were inbound to their coordinates, and they'd be conducting a covert operation.
The Grigoriy Clan initiated a covert infiltration of the suspicious van to gather intelligence. The vehicle remained stationary for an additional four hours and twenty-three minutes.
As the vehicle left, they could hear one of the humans saying the test was a success, and they're going to call 'The Boss' as soon as they reach '280.'
Commander Grigoriy called for an immediate evacuation from the vehicle as soon as it stopped near a pay phone. They lingered in the shadows, listening as the human whispered, ‘Mr. Ivanovich, the project continues on schedule. We’re still in the clear.’
The van sped away as the Grigoriy Clan disappeared into the storm drain, making their way back to their base, where the Pacific golden plovers were waiting.
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