<strong>Agent Mackenzie – Clearing near abandoned outpost</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You know... it actually makes a bit more sense if it was a vehicle or something. The walls here are pretty thick, but in some places, they've been punched clean through. That kind of firepower would be best mounted on a vehicle, as far as I can tell."</strong><br/><br/>Once again, Mac didn’t respond. He could see the wheels turning in the one man’s head, already dismissing his own theory. This was a young man to watch, the CIA operative decided. That kind of analytical thinking was rare even for someone twice his age. There were, of course, no tread marks to be seen and Mac doubted that the holes were big enough for any kind of mounted vehicle to fire with the accuracy that was obviously used here.<br/><br/>After a few more moments of quiet introspection, Mac gathered up the recovered documents and secured them inside his pack. Then he tossed what was left of his cigar on the ground and grabbed his MAC-10.<br/><br/>“We better go see what the Sergeant’s found,” He told the Corporal before leading the way out of the bunker.<br/><br/>Mac found Fields a small ways away with the rest of the unit, standing in what was obviously a recently made clearing about eighteen meters long. “What the hell happened here?” The agent asked, catching the Sergeant’s gaze as he approached. “You guys land something here?”<br/><br/>It was a stupid question, he knew, but one he felt the need to ask any way for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.<br/><br/>A few moments later, there was a whistle followed by a familiar face.<strong>“Three of my favorite people.  “Mac, Fields, Hey deadeye! America’s best cleaning up after a night’s work?</strong>That soft Parisian accent could have only belonged to one woman.<br/><br/>“Gren Crevacoeur!” Mac replied immediately, fixing the woman with his most charming smile. “Vous êtes une vue pour les yeux douloureux, Mademoiselle. Comment allez-vous?”<br/><br/>Approaching the beautiful creature, Mac spent the next few moments discussing bits and pieces of scuttlebutt with her. From which, he learned little beyond what he already knew, the NVA was pulling back to cover Laos. What did strike him as odd was that the flap on her pistol was open. He’d used her services before and never once had he seen her so prepared for immediate action. She was as quick a draw as they came and in his experience completely unflappable.<br/><br/>Yet something certainly had her spooked.<br/><br/>As she and her team walk off a few moments later, Mac notices her stop and take one last look at the ground and bunker and then at the sky before disappearing into the brush.<br/><br/>“Strange,” He mutters quietly to himself as he moves toward the chopper when it arrives. “Very, very strange.”<br/><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/>“Vous êtes une vue pour les yeux douloureux, Mademoiselle. Comment allez-vous?” – You’re a sight for sore eyes, Miss. How are you?<br/>(Apologies to any among our group who make speak French for the obvious online translation, but I must admit I slept through most of French class as a kid.)<br/>