Jean-Pierre made his way swiftly through the shadows of the buildings around him. He grumbled softly in French. "This is ridiculous... I should have been in a hideyhole hours ago! But not it's too late!" He put the M16 on his back and pulled out his combat knife. It was longer than most combat knives at about 18 inches and double edged. It was practically a sword but the military classified it as a knife for some reason. He made his way up the street and into ba building that seemed abandoned. Suddenly a scream sounded from his right and he cursed aloud swinging the knife just in time to catch the Terror in  the neck severing it's head before it could scratch him. "Shit that was too close!" He whispered in French again. Stress appeared to make him revert to his native language.