RICOT FOUR
THE WILDS
Am'uur lowered the body of the Kochab mercenary silently to the ground, his throat neatly sliced from side to side. He held the foul smell mercenary in his death throes, before driving his Drow combat blade deep into his lower back, twisting the blade up to insure he died. The body was cooling quickly as all Kochab did when life left them. Am'uur lifted his hand with a clenched fist and raised two fingers. Two more Drow appeared from the shadows behind him and dashed forward with only the brushing of fabric on the ground to indicate any sound. Am'uur turned when his father settled beside him clutching the silenced version of the venerable HK74 that the Drow had adopted for these types of operations. The former SEAL Team Twelve weapon was perfect for them as it combined excellent stopping power and near silent slide action. All of the Drow in Am'uur's team were equipped with them, as well as silenced K14 Magnums and their personal assortment of knives.
