Rachel sighed to herself at the sound of the first sharp, deliberate snapping of wood and dropped back another few meters and headed off to the side of the path Oscar was carving through the jungle. She liked Oscar, and not just because he was, at one time at least, military like her, but Rachel had to remind herself he was a soldier sixty years ago or more. The military had changed a lot, from lessons learned in WWII and Korea, even more by their experiences in Vietnam, and again by the recent 'unconventional' wars in Iraq an Afghanistan. On top of that, Oscar did have one serious flaw, to a marine like Rachel: he was army. The thought made Rachel smirk, not that anyone could see it.<br/><br/>Rachel instead paralleled the trail Oscar made, gauging the distance she should follow with her experience to give her a good lead should she spot anyone coming up on them from the rear, enough to make sure the main group couldn't be engaged by any pursuers until they'd gotten past Athena. She could move more carefully, and stealthily, on her own than with the group, and Oscar's trail made for a beacon so she didn't have to worry too much about her own. With Oscar's strength no doubt making his trailblazing easier and faster going, Rachel's only worry was that they might actually move to fast for her to keep herself concealed. She'd just switch to good old fashioned 'bringing up the rear', tailgate Charlie, patrol duty, then.<br/><br/>Following along, keeping her attention turned to the trail behind them, Rachel had no idea what was going on when the group suddenly stopped. She was far to professional, and confident in her companions abilities, to give up her post, however. She waited for them to resume, quickly finding herself a good position to watch the trail behind them, and as much around them as she could; head on a swivel, as they say in the military. Her companions would call for her if they needed her.