<span style="font-style: italic">Oneal reached down slowly, picking up a hand full of sand and rubbing it along his hands.  He glanced around him, looking at the six other men who were with him.  The nearest one, Robert, nodded grimly before sitting up straight.  They were all laying down behind a sand dune, and over it was a caravan that was moving through.  He nodded at Robert and stood up, the rest of the squad standing up with him.  In the distance he could see the caravan moving along, a bunch of old beat up cars and trucks.  Something seemed off about it to him.  He reached down and pulled up his binoculars, putting them up to his eyes.  He could see the cars more up close now, and he scanned slowly along them.  He stopped his gaze particularly on one car.  None of the men inside had weapons, and he could see a child in the back.  Robert lifted up his rocket launcher, and aimed it at the convoy.  "No!" Oneal yelled before knocking the rocket launcher upwards.  Robert pulled the trigger and the rocket sailed up into the sky.  Robert stared at Oneal with piercing eyes, "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled at Oneal angrily.  Oneal shook his head and handed him the binoculars.  "Look for yourself damn it! There are fucking kids in that caravan!" He yelled back.  Roberts eyes widened with surprise, and then there was a loud crack.  The binoculars blew out, and blood  splattered out of the back of Roberts head.  He stood still for a moment before falling over.  "Sniper!" Oneal yelled before ducking down.  It was to late though.  The men ran out of the cars and the trucks, they were all armed.  It had been a ruse.  They opened fire on Oneal's squad.  Oneal stood up and tried to help them, but suddenly there was a loud bang.  A mortar shell exploded into the sand dune, and he was nearly buried alive.  His head was barely sticking out of the sand.  He was trapped there, and watched with horror as his squad was mowed down.  There was another explosion, and then a bright flash. </span><br/><br/>Oneal's eyes widened with surprise and nearly fell over as a hand shook him roughly.  "Hey, you alright man?" asked a familiar voice.  Oneal turned and saw Jack, standing next to him.  "Oh..its you.  Yeah, I'm alright," He replied back softly.  Jack nodded and handed him the binoculars.  They were in an apartment building across the street from a /secret/ bar.  They had been monitoring it for weeks now.  They knew it was a hot spot for inhuman activity.  They weren't about to go and raid it though.  They needed a reason to.  The fact is, Oneal wasn't actually looking for reasons to attack it. He didn't want to.  But he knew, that if something bad enough happened, he would be forced to.  So for now, he was just keeping an eye on the place.  He looked through the binoculars, looking at a girl who had been moving specifically towards it.  "You know, seeing as its so hard to find them, they don't act very inconspicuous do they?" Oneal mumbled at Jack, who laughed and shook his head.   They didn't get much to laugh about in there job, so they tried to make light of every situation.