War of the races

[Armalite_]

Sam looked down and took a final drag of his half-finished smoke before flicking it away. He looked up at Ivan. "What are you suggesting, Ivan?" Sam knew what he was talking about. He couldn't just let a man with a couple of kids march to their certain deaths. It seems he'd crossed a boundary between the mission and the man. Something he knew was all too common. Still, Sam kept his composure and stared at Ivan through tired eyes.

[serpington]

"uh, mister we have a problem." "Genni, i told you you can just call me serp. now whats this problem?" "your approximately 15 feet from an active mine field. each mine is capable of killing the three of us within 5 seconds of activation. the placement is off though, if my calculations are correct setting off just one should clear a path you can traverse." "which one do we need to hit?"