Irish sat under a tree just perfectly set behind a bush, his face paint helped him blend as he waited. He saw the moon in the sky and it was his main source of light for now, he heard the footsteps getting closer and slowly raised himself with his right hand. Lightly holding his rifle in his off hand. As he stood he saw his targets, a group of 2 men crossed the small dirt road Irish had been traveling alongside. He let them get 5 feet down the road away from him then popped up and fired one shot at the back of the left ones head, then another shot into the other ones temple as he turned around. He walked onto the road and let his rifle hand by its strap against his chest then grabbed each body by their vest straps and dragged them off the road and into the bushes nearby. He moved down the road some more making his way closer to Girna, he continued at a steady jog for some time on occasion stopping to eliminate a patrol. Within 40 minutes he had made his way to Girna, he sat in wait and contacted Delta.
"Delta," Irish said through the radio, "This is Irish, currently sitting at about 40 yards away from Girna, camped in between two trees on the north side. Just thought I'd give you all an update on the situation, they seem to have rotating patrols each within five minute gaps of the last. Irish out, stay frosty Delta."