It was time.<br/><br/>Ricky low crawled over the grassy ground, taking full advantage of a cloud that momentarily blocked the moonlight.  There were only two guards out; one was asleep, the other was inside a hut, eating.  Piece of cake.<br/><br/>The wall fell easily to his sharpened combat knife, the loose earthen/wooden wall crumbling.  The interior was dark, and there was no noise.  Flipping on his snoopers, a pair of compact infrared goggles, Ricky could see the interior easily.<br/><br/>Empty.  At least that was good news.  Ricky panned the interior, realizing a small area was partially walled off.  Commando raised, he rounded the bamboo seperation, expecting the worst.  After a second, he lowered the weapon.  It was only Lancer, sleeping on a ground cot.  Her right arm twitched slightly, and the woman rolled over onto her side.  Her eyes were moving rapidly under closed lids, evidence of a strong REM sleep.  Perfect.<br/><br/>Slinging his Commando, Rocky quietly approached the sleeping woman, barely breathing.  He placed one gloved hand over her mouth, pressing firmly on her skin so as not to wake her.  He bent down, mouth to her ear, as he lightly shook her from a shallow sleep.  "Don't panic.  You can breath.  I'm here to get you somewhere safe.  Just stay quiet and follow me, and you'll get out of here alive."  Because of their small size, Ricky's snoopers had a grainy, green picture.  He couldn't tell if she struggled or not, but it didn't matter.<br/><br/>Despite the fact he said "follow me", Ricky pulled Lancer up to a standing position, still firmly gripping her.  His left hand covered her mouth, while his right pinned her wrists against her stomach.  She couldn't loosen his grip; she was no match for his thick muscles.<br/><br/>Ricky made his way threw the small hut quickly.  He exited the same way he had entered only to find the barrel of another RPK in his face.<em>Fuck.</em><br/><br/>The soldier continued to face straight head, opposite the hut towards the jungle, but his eyes darted to the right.  A single guard, slightly taller than himself.  He seemed jittery, and the RPK shook slightly in his hands.  "<em>¡Parada! ¡No mueva un centímetro! Usted será muerto antes de que usted consiga tres pasos,</em>" he said rapidly, to quick for Ricky's basic spanish to understand.<br/><br/>The barrel jerked slightly towards Lancer.  "<em>Dejado vaya de Lancer y caiga el arma. ¡Ahora!</em>"  Ricky got the hint and began to loosen his grip on her wrists, ready to give the guard a straight uppercut and a broken jaw.  Before he could, the guard seemed to take on a dazed look, and his RPK dropped ever so slightly.  Before Ricky could take advantage of the oppurtunity, the rebel gave a loud yelp of pain and fell to the ground.  Something warm and wet sprinkled Gum, accompanied by the high-pitched<em>whoosh</em>of a 5.56 mm bullet.<br/><br/>Before the guard could let out another yell, Ricky viciously kicked him in the neck, effectively silencing him.  But the damage was already done.  Cries of alarm from villagers mixed with the harsh yells of Resistance fighters, and Ricky didn't want to wait around any longer than he had to.  With a sharp shove to Lancer, he called out "The jungle, go!" and then turned, Commando in firing position, and quickly backpedalled, scanning the village.  None of the rebels came near Lancer's hut, and they didn't seem to be able to pinpoint exactly where the scream had originated from.  Good, it would keep them occupied for a while yet.