The patrol moved slowly through the forest. Mischief scanned his sector, looking left and right with each step. For good measure, he checked the ground ahead of him and the branches overhead. If the CSAT forces were smart, they would have probably booby trapped the forest. Thankfully for the squad, the CSAT forces were either lazy or they had lacked the foresight to see the forest as a possible route for hostile infiltrators to enter the naval facility. Mischief almost felt disappointed, but then Huscarl's call of an enemy patrol gave Mischief an odd sense of relief. He would have hated to be sent out to the Aegean only to fight a second-rate army.

"Praetorian, two ahead," Mischief whispered, not taking his eyes off the hostiles he had spotted. "I will take right." He said and took aim with his rifle. He tracked his target for a second before firing a quick burst. His target took all three bullets to the chest and went down quick. Briefly scanning his sector, Mischief saw no other hostiles. With Praetorian making short work of his target, it appeared as if the CSAT patrol had been quietly eliminated. "Path is clear." Mischief reported over his radio. Not long after, Huscarl gave the order for the squad to split up.

Mischief fell in behind Huscarl while the rest of the squad moved off in another direction. While Mischief wasn't too happy with the idea of taking down a submarine with only Huscarl and him, he shelved any thoughts of speaking up and just hoped that Huscarl knew what he was doing. "I will know once we take a look at the facilities. If this place is just for resupply and rearming, then we can sabotage the propeller. The submarine will be dead in the water until they can tow it to a repair facility." Mischief said. "I do not have enough charges to open the hull, but if we have to, it is enough to cause enough damage to make it unseaworthy. Of course, if the facility is able to undertake repairs, then we will have to sabotage the submarine from the inside."

Moving up to another tree, Mischief took a knee right beside Huscarl. He looked down the sights of his rifle, using the magnifier to get a better look at the facility. He could see the submarine moored at the harbour and a collection of navy personnel around a few tents. It did not look as if the place was able to carry out any sort of repairs and it was purely a place to allow the crew to rest and stretch their legs. While naval personnel were, on average, less trained in ground combat than an army soldier, six of them against Huscarl and him were not exactly good odds. Mischief scanned the facility, looking for anything that they might use to gain an advantage. He found it in a series of parked trucks near the harbour.

"Look," Mischief said and pointed to the truck. "They must be using this place to rearm, or at the very least they are resupplying the submarine with something. I can hit that with an RPG from here. Even if the trucks are not carrying munitions, the explosion should distract the naval personnel long enough for us to slip in and eliminate them while they are confused."