The pilot of Chopper 3 sees the GPS markers of his fellow hunters, showing up as small blue dots on his radar screen dissappearing one by one around Tamara's location.  "Dammit, she's practically right under me!" He blurts out over the comm, "I'm trying to get a visual, but the canopy is thick here."<br/><br/>The chopper maneuvers around until it's directly above the fighting tigress-naga.  The wind it stirrs in the canopy is knocking loose leaves and small twigs, causing them to rain down on the already chaotic battle scene.<br/><br/>Feign's astral projection flickers away suddenly as his net is moved.  He awakens from his trance suddenly.  The images he saw are jumbled and quickly fading like a dream, though he has a feeling of worry beyond that for his own safety.  He couldn't put his finger on the cause, but something felt wrong about what he saw on the radar screen.