A.J. sits on Dicho's mussel just behind the fox's nose. From the slight elevation he can see past the trees and into the vast expanse of the desert. A chill goes down his back as he recalls his days of exhausting solitude. Something on the horizon catches his attention; a grey dot flying above the dunes. Instantly he recognizes it as an unmanned aircraft, the kind the Army uses in surveying and rescue missions.<br/><br/>“Oh shit…” A.J. says under his breath as he realizes the only reason such an aircraft would be out this far; to locate him so they can send out a chopper, probably a Chinook gunship, destroy any potential hostilities, and take him back to the front lines.<br/><br/>“My presence here is a danger to us all,” A.J. says aloud, his eyes locked on the approaching aircraft, his mind on the safety of his friends...<br/><br/>((sorry for the 2 day delay))