<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Hayes dismissed Zero with the wave of his hand. She saw it out of the periphery of her vision and nodded in understanding. And it was on. She trekked her way into the forest, though it was silly to assume they didn't have eyes and ears everywhere. Roughly a two mile stretch of greenery had been wired up with cameras and speakers and all kinds of listening devices. Hayes and Garcia's top shirt were watching from the safety of the clearing. <br/><br/>And Zero was alone with her thoughts again. <br/><br/>. . or lack of them. <br/><br/>It was all drive, orders, and mission objectives. <br/><br/>Current objective: track down Garcia. <br/><br/>Secondary objective: do so without detection. <br/><br/>For a while it was just her and the forest. Zero moved swiftly and with purpose, but she was careful and made sure not to make too much sound. Eventually she stopped, sensing and feeling his presence in a way that most people couldn't. Her senses were heightened, sure, but combat had taught her how to refine and sharpen them into something far deadlier. Mixed with everything else. . . it made her a force to be reckoned with. <br/><br/>She bent down and swiftly grabbed a stick, bending it soundlessly, feeling it splintering under her thumb. Inhuman, yes, but Zero was the farthest thing <em>from</em> human. She set it down. <br/><br/>Seven seconds. She moved away from the site. <br/><br/>Seven seconds later it had snapped, cracking through the forest. <br/><br/>Seven seconds later, another snap. Another and another and another. <br/><br/>The sound was a circular source. <br/><br/>But where was she? <br/><br/>The cracking moved closer. Still a circle, but five feet closer. Every time Zero completed a lap, she moved five feet closer. </span>