The next moment.
A humanoid light source, glowing red and yellow, appeared on the screen, along with a series of heat-signature footprints.
"Damn it, someone's approaching!" Beard shouted in a low voice. The other two instinctively grabbed their guns, dropped to the ground, and crawled behind the snowmobile.
"Parker, you piece of shit! Get down, you fucking idiot!" Red Hat Gordon poked his head out and yelled at his cousin, who was still sitting where he was. Then he looked at Beard. "Abbot, how many of them are there? How far away?"
Beard lay on the snow, cautiously raising the thermal imager and scanning 360 degrees. His voice was tense. "310 meters... six people. At our three, six, eight, ten, and twelve o'clock. Fack, we're surrounded!"
