Matth, oblivious to what had happened back from where he had come, moved stealthily into the surrounding darkness and backtracked the way he had come. He came across a group of people scattered around a large green bag; his gear.<br/><br/>He selected his first target as a man standing in the open carrying an HKMP5, and crept up close. He dispatched the man by silently breaking his trehcea and then took his gun. Three other men sat around speaking in spanish. They still hadn't noticed him when he opened fire and took out the first two. The third one didn't die immeadiately but fell to his knees bleeding and gasping for breath. Matth dropped the sub machine gun and approached the man who had become delirious.<br/><br/>"Por favor," the dying man said. "Ayudeme senior."<br/><br/>Matth put his pistol to the man's forehead and put just enough pressure on the pistol. The hammer clicked back to release the round. The man was dead before the shell reached the ground.<br/><br/>Matth noticed an empty bottle of beer on the way to get his way to get his bag. He picked it up and drank a little before collecting his gear. He downed half the bottle on his way back.