Shiriki catches sight of the bogies just as they ease into a sprint toward the farmhouse. In the meat world, he can feel his body spasm, and his heart rate monitor kicks up considerably.
"The hell was that? Shiriki, you got eyes? Barghests?" the Captain's voice comes through his comm system. For a moment, he's glad that he's got his ear buds patched into his feed -- otherwise the droning snow would be overwhelming as it buffets the fly spy, but then the howling starts, and Shiriki wishes he had some of those old 20s tunes keyed up instead.
<<@Team [Shiriki] 4 incoming. Too small to be barghests. Bogies, maybe.>>
His vision goes black as he jumps into his roto-drone, and when he gathers his new senses, he's already rising up from the roof of the farmhouse, and facing the threat. In thermo, they look a little less otherworldly, just pockets of reds and oranges against the icy black earth. He marks his targets quickly, keys in with his Alpha, and lets loose with two bursts at the leading hound. It whimpers once, as the stick-and-shock seizes up its muscles, and it falls flat. He moves the reticle over, and drifts forward at a hard incline to target the second. As the captain and Ité YeyΆ rush from the farmhouse, Shiriki pops another one, which seizes just long enough for Chante to finish it off with her tomahawk.
Next, he trains his feed on a third, but Dan-Dan is on top of it, then below it, and then finishing it off with a deep cut down the beast's middle. Shiriki watches as the bogie's insides become its outsides, and cool quickly in the blizzard, turning orange and then fading into the snow-covered ground.
And then it's over. While the good doctor goes about the grisly practice of salvaging what he can from the paracritters -- nasty business, that -- and the team resumes their positions in the mostly wind-broke house, Shiriki puts his fly spies on patrol, and does one last loop before leaving his drones and rejoining his body. His mouth and eyes are parched, and he reaches for his canteen. The captain pulls up an updated map, relates the information Shiriki was able to gather, and lays out the plan. Looking forward toward their objective gets his hands to stop shaking and he gulps down a little water before they had back out into the night.
Their approach is silent, and uneventful, each team member spread out, and Shiriki's drones on overwatch. He keeps the fly spies up in front and behind, watching their approach and rear, while the roto-drone stays just over his shoulder, keeping its imprint minimal. From a quarter-klick out, Chante halts, and they take a moment to put human eyes on the scene. The earth spirits are where Shiriki left them, still working through the night, and Chante points out some watcher spirits. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't look like any human patrols are out. They wouldn't be able to see much anyway, and one thing about the anglos: they're fine wasting people, but they'd rather use 'em on something worthwhile if they're gonna do it.