The snow began again, descending in furious flurries that impeded visibility. Jack cursed. “Are you sure this is the right way, Awalmir? I can"t see a damned thing.”
“Yes, Major.”
They moved deeper into the pine forest, with the snow muffling their footsteps and already forming drifts in the hollows underfoot.
“I didn"t see anything,” Jack said.
“A man was signalling to you, Major,” Awalmir said.
Jack swore as a gust of wind knocked loose snow from a tree branch onto his head. The mountains rose around them, with mist shrouding their peaks and snow filling the deep gullies along the flanks. “I think we"ll call it a day, Awalmir. You must have imagined it.”
“After every darkness is light, Major Windrush,” Awalmir quoted an Afghan proverb.
Jack grunted. Ever since Hook"s visit, he had
