*Arrival In Russia - OTA*
*Stryker had briefed the squad on the plane as to where they were now headed; Russia, a short distance outside of St Petersburg. He'd also told them of his new, stricter policies on how to run the team - receiving more than a few complaints in response - but he'd assured them all that it was for their own good. The plane had landed in good time and they'd boarded a battered old truck for the journey to the camp. Now, as they pulled up on the weather-beaten tarmac outside a collection of run-down concrete bunkers, snow all around them, Stryker wondered just how well those rules would hold up.*