The devil rat waited for darkness. He was best in the darkness and remembered when the commander would send him in during the night with a knife and take out whole camps by himself. He was that good and his small size made him have to be more brutal and more tough then everyone else in his unit. That and that they were demons and much stronger then him. At first they made fun of him, called him pipsqueak and little boy until they started seeing him start hysteria in whole camps and take them down one by one. Just like he was in the woods right now. He had taken two down from be hind and left one crippled before taking out ten more cops with the shotgun and slicing the wounded throat.<br/><br/>He was in his element and these cops were totally and utterly fucked. Though when he saw the flares, he knew what it meant. It meant she was here and his heart sank at that moment." Hello ole red!" He screamed, referring to his commander as he stayed well hidden in the bushes." They beat me red. Just because I defended myself!" His voice sounded hurt, almost to the point where he might cry but he held it in." They spat on me red. They spat on me and need to be thought a lesson. But it seems like you don't really think that do you?" He was about a thousand yards in front of them and not steerable from their location. He liked having the advantage." We were suppose to be hero's red, we meant something in nam, but back here. No one will hire us, no one will even let us pick up cat shit for them. They think that we're trash. So let me teach them a lesson red. Let me teach them that they can't put us down without risking their safety!"