Eric rested on the crest of the Suel Pass. They had now been in the Esponia Mountains for a day, and the original plan had been scrapped. There was no way a smoke screen or magic artillery attack would work on the Army below.
Michael crawled up, his lips turning upwards into a scowl as he once more took pictures of the formation they were looking down on. Moscow was completely surrounded. They wouldn't be able to fit a mouse in the teeth of that siege, much less a formation of nine people. In the distance, gunfire and the sounds of hell were being unleashed everywhere in the dilapidated city. With every passing second, missiles were launched, rockets were fired, and thunderous roars echoed throughout the valley.
