Oscar accepted the GPS unit that Athena had handed him, and took point on the team, leading them through the jungle. Not after long, the humidity began to really eat at Oscar, and he buttoned down his fatigues, finally discarding the long-sleeved top fully, leaving him in a sweat-stained white tank-top. One of the prisoners whispered something when they saw the bark-like growths all over his arms, but he didn't give them any attention. Leading their group was less navigating, and more trail-blazing. In some places, he had to bend saplings backwards and stomp down undergrowth. Sometimes, they came up against large spiderwebs that spanned between two trees. Oscar was reluctant to disturb them... Not because he was a nature lover, but because spiders had always disturbed him for some reason, and he simply lead them around.<br/><br/>Oscar hadn't been paying attention to the path ahead of him, but he heard a commotion behind him as their two prisoners suddenly stopped in their tracks, refusing to budge. "What's going on?" He asked inquisitively, wiping the sweat off his brow as he convened with the group. "What's the mark of Ramac?<em>¿Cuál es la marca de Ramac?</em>"