Private Davis had been walking slowly towards the voice he heard. The jungle was thick and he didn't want to get bogged down. Doing his best to memorize the path he took, he looked up at the thick canopy, cursing as he he couldn't see the sun through them. Also he wanted to remember where he had fallen in, in case he had to get back there for some reason. If his people had sent him here, it's where they would look for him. The sun would have at least given him a rough time, and let him know how much time had passed.<br/><br/>His head popped up as he heard the gunshots. Moving quickly towards them, he stopped when he heard more voices, his rifle pointed at the small group. Looking around at them, they seemed likely a weirdly put together people. A cop, apparently gang members, and now a military man. Something was wrong, they were from all over the place. He was from Eastern Europe, and apparently they weren't. Stepping into the clearing, he put his gun over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Weird bunch of people we have here. John Davis, Marine Force Reconnaissance Battalion. Anyone know what is going on here?"