JD is gone in a flash, Voltaje trying her best to follow his trail. She knew where he was heading, and ended up scaling to the top of a cinder-block building to follow. Creeping along the top, she spots the idling trucks, and sees JD standing behind a concrete shed, the young man looking tense and angry. Voltaje had a good position, a place where she could watch JD's back and see the trucks as well as the main compound.<br/><br/>Dr. Wilson and Talpert stayed behind in the relative safety of the jungle.<br/><br/>The soldiers were still busy, but there was no more gunfire. The townspeople were cowed and following orders, allowing themselves to be marched to the trucks. The soldiers were taking men, women and children, though not everyone. They seemed to have some criteria for choosing though it wasn't clear what.<br/><br/>JD felt the rough concrete against his back as he stood against the shed. He was so close to the trucks that he could smell their exhaust fumes.<br/><br/>Athena and Oscar had found their own rooftop perches, in good positions as well. The four heroes had the marauders surrounded, if four people could do such a thing against two dozen, and so far the gunmen had not noticed them. This extra moment of observation showed that most of the men were South American, though not all. There were some obvious Americans, a few Germans, and other odds and ethnic ends.<br/><br/>"What da hell is taking so long!" a thick voice cried out. The gunmen looked up in alarm as their leader walked into view, and what a view he was.<br/><br/>(http://www.personal.psu.edu/scd5029/blogs/was_ist_das/225px-Clayface3.jpg)<br/><br/>A humanoid, perhaps eight feet tall, strode out of the jungle, his form appearing to be made entirely of earth and mud. There was an audible thump as each footstep hit the ground, his weight impressive. Sludgy features made reading an expression difficult, but he looked mad anyway.<br/><br/>"I haven't got all day, I want to get the fuck out of here!"<br/>