The predator scout moved swiftly through the dense jungle, unhindered in the slightest. This was their planet, their jungle. They knew every inch of it like the back of their hand. The humans and their petty squabbles only made it that much easier to locate them. The only indication they would have of the hunter's sudden arrival would be the scattering of birds as he leapt into a near by tree, perching himself on a thick and sturdy branch to watch them as he was instructed.<br/><br/>He wanted so badly to put a plasma bolt into the head of that loud mouthed woman below, but resisted the urge. He was told to observe them, nothing more. Their leader wanted them to twist in the wind a bit more before begining the hunt. With the way things looked now, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if they did start shooting at eachother.<br/><br/>It seems they still haven't realised just how much trouble they were in yet. From the way they were talking, they still thought they were on earth.