The night passed without incident, though for most of the team sleeping in the jungle was not a pleasing experience given the constant noise of creatures moving in the foliage, and the occasional animal cry as something ate something else. During JD's time to watch, he grew bored and happened to glance back at Dr. Wilson. He couldn't tell for sure given the gloom, but he thought she was awake, and watching him. It might have been shadow, but her face seemed different, and he couldn't tell who was really looking back at him. Then she sighed and turned to her other side, seeming to fall back asleep.<br/><br/>They rose at dawn the next day and restarted their march, Talpert grumbling about how he'd give his left arm for a Starbucks.<br/><br/>The previous day had taught them a routine to walking through the jungle, and they fell into familiar step, making fantastic time with Voltaje leading the way. By noon they would reach Jucuma. They crossed a shallow stream and found a dirt road, a good sign that civilization was near.<br/><br/>The first definite sign that they were approaching the small jungle town was the sound of gunfire.<br/><br/>As they encountered the first, shack-like buildings, the unmistakable sound of automatic weaponry could be heard nearby. Moving in closer, they found what might pass for a town center, a crossroads where the buildings were thickest, and Jucuma was having a bad morning. People were running and screaming while armed men chased them. The gunmen looked like mercenaries, perhaps more drug cartel thugs. There were several large trucks where people were being herded into, forced at gunpoint to enter.<br/><br/>As you watch, a man with a rifle drags a woman out of a house, she's screaming as he takes her toward one of the trucks. A man, husband perhaps, suddenly runs forward, an axe in his hand. One of the gunmen unloads a volley of rounds into him, his body jerking with the impacts and collapsing to the ground, the men continuing their work without missing a step.