Oscar had not been a fan of Freedom Force's first two missions. In their first trip, they had pulled some people out of a burning factory. Sure, it was noble, but it was not really Oscar's forte. He had gone into the building with everyone else, and pulled a couple of people out over his shoulders, but it was mostly Athena and Happy Trails who did everything. The younger guy, well, much younger compared to Oscar, could probably have saved everyone before Oscar could have saved one.<br/><br/>The second mission was to foil a bank robbery. This was more of Oscar's realm of expertise, but it still didn't mean he had to like it. He had quit the Army back in 'Nam, which meant he was tired of killing people, but now he was the Marine Corps puppet. He was the first one into the building, and had taken a smattering of bullets to the chest, all which left him unharmed. They would hardly bruise, though they certainly stung a bit. When their bullet-fire was drawn towards Oscar, the other three swept in and took care of them. The worst of the damage they had done was to tear up the 'uniform' he had been given. They were standard combat fatigues; He didn't want anything flashy like what Happy Trails and Athena wore. Oscar was not a flashy person, and was glad when most of the cameras concentrated on any of the other three.<br/><br/>Now he was in Chile, and for the first time, he felt like he could do some good. The other three had gone their own ways, and Oscar was left in shattered Santiago, the capital of Chile. He spoke with some of the civilians there, speaking fluent Spanish much to their surprise, and they told him where some of the worst devastation was. Oscar spent several hours dragging big shards of concrete off of bodies. Some of the people had died immediately, but some had been alive after the collapses and had been without water and food for hours, maybe days. Some of those people died, but amazingly others survived, some in good spirits when Oscar lifted the rubble out from over the heads and gave them a hand up. He helped out for hours, never quite exhausting himself. By his count, he had plucked about 19 living people out of the rubble, maybe half of them completely unharmed. They had found three times that many bodies though... The joy from finding the next human alive might erase the morose atmosphere hovering over his, and the other Chileans shoulders from the last few bodies the had found.<br/><br/>At one point he decided to take a break, and some of his 'friends' who had been helping him had been cooking a pot of soup, and they graciously handed him a bowl. He smiled and squatted beside a fire with them, though his eyes were suspiciously drawn to a few of the news cameras that were watching him. They had been buzzing like flies over his shoulder most of the day, but Major Wells had forbid him from shooing them away. 'Just goddamn deal with it', the man had said, and Oscar reluctantly went along with it. Oscar shook his head, and put on a happy facade for the cameras while he picked at the hearty potato soup he had been given.