Before the hunt could begin the group assembled together at the local police station. They looked like an odd group especially with Angela standing in the middle dressed in a form fitting black suit she used during her recon missions. "Give us the details. You're putting your men in danger needlessly." She told the Police Chief as he sat on the phone with one of the officers conducting the search.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, we know what we're doing. Please just sit tight and we'll find your comrade." He said in an irritated tone. "He's already been pretty rattled and we're sure we'll catch him soon."<br/><br/>"Rattled?" She asked and frowned. "What do you mean?"<br/><br/>"He's taken a bit of a beating and already killed a few of my men. Now sit down and shut up." He said in a very angry tone without hanging up.<br/><br/>Angela walked over and pulled the receiver from his hands before setting it on the hook to end the call. "Sir, if you've beaten him and lost some men you're going to lose whatever other men you have out there. Might as well call their families and tell them they're gone. That's what happens when you piss off the Devil Rat."<br/><br/>The chief's eyes went wide at the mention of the name and his sharp words to scold her for ending his call early disappeared.<br/><br/>"Now where is he?" She asked as her group surrounded his desk.<br/><br/>A couple if hours later they were in a dark forest and looking out into the thick of the woods. "Get the flares." She told one of the men who pulled out three guns and handed her one. Back in the field during the war they had designated a certain signal to let each other know they were trying to regroup. It was one purple flared followed by a green, and then another purple. Pointing the guns to the air they fired the flares up in their order.