With Voltaje's aid, they made their way through the jungle, finding an entry point midway between the totems. Careful to avoid the sight of them, the team hid the vehicle, and proceeded on foot.<br/><br/>This time they weren't wandering from a freshly downed plane, disoriented and unprepared. They had experienced a taste of what the jungle had to offer, and were beginning to appreciate the scope of Ramac's activities. The world had seen some crazy stuff over the last fifty years as supers became more common, but a force field surrounding an entire country was a new one. Rachel could only wonder how the world's governments were currently handling this.<br/><br/>Jungle infiltration hadn't been one of the scenarios the team had trained on, but the previous few days hard march through the wild had been an excellent primer. They moved quietly and efficiently, even Dr. Wilson was keeping up.<br/><br/>An hour into the hike, they spotted a slim pillar of smoke rising from the jungle. Approaching it cautiously, they discovered a burnt out clearing, within which lay eight thoroughly fried bodies. The men were still smoking, though they seemed like they had been dead for at least half a day. The bodies charred beyond recognition, their gear and weapons lay scattered around them relatively undamaged. Lacking the coordinated uniforms of the mercenaries whom Elemental had led, the group looked like the drug runners the team had first encountered when one of their member had attempted to lure them into a trap.<br/><br/>Dr. Wilson knelt by one of the bodies and withdrew a knife. She began to pick away at the charcoal that had once been flesh. "These men had been alive when they were burned," she said. "And it wasn't slow, they went from fresh to this in maybe fifteen seconds."<br/><br/>She stood up and wiped her knife before replacing it. "I guess Ramac's serious about not crossing his totem line."