<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gleywine Erewood Bentari</span><br/>The Hunter</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/3e7683c1-2307-42a9-804a-0604ef177005_zps4a599908.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gleywine enjoyed it being outside with those folks. He had never seen foot soldiers displaying such a professionalism like that small group. It had started long before they had started their journey. There was no cussing, no unnecessary movement or running around, no panic, those guys had packed their bags totally in silence, cleaned their guns and just on point they had all gotten up and filed out. He had worried about the young medic, that she may not be able to hold the pace, but out here in the jungle she moved like all the others, her eyes constantly roaming the surrounding and her grip on her weapon was so sure that Gleywine had no doubt that in case of trouble she was as lethal as the rest of them.<br/> <br/>There wasn’t a lot of talking over those small headsets. They had given him one two, but so far only small commands had gone over the air and the rest of time only the pants could he heard. Their leader was in the front, followed by Gleywine and the big guy they called Bang was in the back taking the rear. The blonde girl with the ponytail often moved ahead of them and climbed on trees to check the path ahead. Their strange garbs with the dark patches on them had looked misplaced in the plane, but out here he realized how effective the camouflage was. If they stood still and listened, they were practically unrecognizable even from short distance. They had given him a set of those clothes too and he found them very practical, with a lot of pockets and very comfortable.<br/> <br/>The travel itself had been relatively boring. He had pointed out some of the more dangerous plants and small animals to them and once a small carnivore had crossed their path, but before Sarge could shoot it, the little one had disappeared in the bushes. Gleywine wondered what it would be like to go on a hunt with those folks. They were even better than most of his hunters. It may be fun to lead that group into the forest. Well, in a strange way, he was doing it right now, only that they were not hunting animals, they were hunting Gunos and Rafii. And killing those would be even more fun.<br/> <br/>The voice of the small medic came over the earset.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Sarge what will we do with all those soldiers, after we eliminated their leaders?”</span><br/> <br/>Gleywine was a little bit stunned. Not by the question itself, but by the certainty in the voice of the girl. There was no doubt in those guys that this small group could overpower their opponents. It was something everybody here seemed sure of. And Gleywine wondered not for the first time about the world those guys were coming from. How was life there that it produced soldiers of that kind?<br/> <br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Well, Gleywine, you think the Canii will cooperate with us?”</span><br/> <br/>It was a good question, Sarge had asked him. Gleywine had wondered about that too.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Normally I would say yes. Their leaders are not really well-liked with the foot soldiers. They are some sadistic bunch. But with you being aliens it is some other thing. I hope that there will be a few within that group who see the implicit chance we have to overthrow the regime and who side with us. It will only need a few people to lead the mass along. Those guys are used to obey orders.”</span><br/> <br/>There was a moment of silence and then the voice of Sarge came out of the earplugs.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“So we have to find the ones who may side with us. If there are the rebellious ones, then there are the fanatic followers too. Ghost, that is your job then to pick those out of the group and stop them, when we approach. Some might take us lightly when they see the size of our group.”</span><br/> <br/>There was a joyful tone in the voice of the blonde girl when she answered.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“K, Sarge. No prob.”</span><br/> <br/>And even as those words sounded garbled to Gleywine he knew what they meant. The joyful tone had told the meaning. There would be some blood flowing into the green grass.</div>