At first Ricky thought the woman was talking again, but the voice was too clear.  It sounded like it was said in a silent, empty space, not in the middle of a jungle sprint.  He heard her clear enough, and decided not to dwell on the matter, but instead consider her words.  Even if she was some civvy woman who was certainly in five different realms of panic and confusion, denying potential intel was something you never did.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, they arrived in a particularly dense portion of jungle.  After stopping, they could hear only the sounds of the jungle.  Hopefully, they had lost the few rebels in pursuit.  For now at least.<br/><br/>Navrez gave Ricky a curious look.  The latter returned to the glance.  "Bring her around," he said shortly to his partner.  Navrez complied, unceremoniously dumping Ayla on the forest floor before injecting her with a mild stimulant.  Within a minute she was awake, wide-eyed and hyperventilating from the system-wide shock.  While Ricky ran down the basics of Lancer's rules (no running, fighting, etc.), Navrez led Ayla through some breathing exercises to return her metabolism back to normal.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, with the two women sitting on the ground, Ricky began talking, Navrez translating for Ayla.  "You two have met.  You're both from the same village, and I can tell by the looks Ayla is giving Ms. Lancer here."  Ricky bent forward, facing Ayla.  "Now,<em>you</em>will tell me what kind of rebel forces they have in Opelle.  You said there were only ten of you.  There was a shitload more than ten chasing us back there."  He knelt down, face to face with the terrified Colombian.  "If you lie to me again, I<em>will</em>make sure you feel pain."<br/><br/>Ayla began to talk fast in Spanish, skipping words at points in a mad rush to get it all out.  Navrez had her repeat it so he could translate it.  "She says there were only nine others in Opelle.  If there were more men chasing us, they arrived after she left Opelle this morning."  He eyed Ricky.  "I don't know...  She doesn't seem like she's lying.  She's scared out of her mind."<br/><br/>Ricky nodded, turning to Lancer.  "You, Lancer.  Tell me if Ayla's tellin' the true.  Then tell me everything you know about the rebels in Opelle: how many, for what purpose, their equipment."  Again his hand strayed near the handle of his KA-BAR.  As if to add punctuation Ricky's demand, the skies opened with a peal of thunder, loosing a deluge of rain upon the jungle