"Copy that" Whispered Zach as he slowly turned around to watch the bushes behind the group. He wasn't seeing anything but could feel...Something...The kind of feeling we have when someone is spying on us. He pulled out his Bayonet and attached it to his rifle, ready to stab what was following them as soon as he would see it. The rifleman knew loud noise, such as gunshots, would compromise their objective. He would only use his guns if ordered or in a life/death situation. "I wish I had brought my silencer" He thought.