The snapping of twigs sent shivers rattling through Dex’s body. Something that shouldn't have been happening, he was usually steely and cold when it came to hunting a target, bullet or tranquiliser it didn't matter. But the fact she was so young and apparently was on his level when it came to power had rattled the not as seasoned as he'd like but soldier nonetheless. He couldn't get the dead look in her eyes off his mind, so much it had started to make him fall apart at the seams. He could feel an anxiety making itself known in the back of his throat in the form of a lump. He knew the tranquilisers he'd loaded into his gun was enough to take down an elephant but the thought of shooting at a child still nagged at him.<br/><br/>But orders were orders.<br/><br/>He had to move or she would get the jump on him and it would all be over and the General would have his guts for garters. (not that he knew she wore them but it was a term all his American colleagues tended to use when referring to the handlers ways of dealing with loss).<br/><br/>He scooped the sniper up into his grips, his hands beginning to sweat as he tried to stealthily move through the undergrowth of the Forest they had been released into. His breath was laboured as he tried to skid under fallen trees in an attempt to find a better vantage point. Something to be able to view the open area and catch even a glimpse of the small girl. He scrambled atop a small rocky outcropping and again blinking his eyes to activate his latent ability.<br/><br/><strong>”¿Dónde has llegado a la pequeña?</strong>