Ricky made it to the jungle's edge.  Throughout the process, Lancer had continously struggled, a futile effort.  Her tired muscles were no match for Ricky's, frankly, ripped physique.  He thought he heard her say "You want to let me go.  You do," but the bursts of gunfire from the village made him squeeze his grip on her even more.<br/><br/>"Don't even think about runnin', Miss.  It'd be a sore day, for all of us, if you were to wind up with a bullet between the eyes," he growled, even as he stepped by Navrez, who was returning fire with his Commando.  The weapon was silenced and blacked, meaning it made no noise or flash when fired.  Combined with the jungle foliage and the darkness of the night, it was virtually impossible to find the source of the large-sized bullets ripping through the huts.  Ricky briefly wondered if Navrez had considered civilian casualties, but he trusted his partner to do the job the right way.<br/><br/>Once Ricky made it to the still uncounscious Ayla, he somewhat roughly threw Lancer to the ground beside her.  The distinctive<em>fipf fipf fipf</em>of the silenced Commando continued.  "You might recognize that woman," Ricky said, his right hand grasping the stock of his rifle, an obvious don't-try-anything-funny gesture.  "Don't worry, she ain't dead, just heavily sedated."  He took a deep breath.  "Now!  We can do this the hard way, or the easy way.  Cliche, I know, but it's up to you.  If you so much as take a step in the wrong direction, you'll be out before you know it."  He said this in such a way that "out" could mean uncounscious or dead.  Ricky deliberately left out the part about not being able to harm Lancer.<br/><br/>Lancer seemed about to respond when Navrez jogged up.  Covered with branches and various foliage, as well as the menacing dark facepaint, he'd be set to scare any poor person to death.  "We gotta go."<br/><br/>Ricky nodded and picked Lancer up, throwing her over his shoulder in the Fireman's Carry.  Navrez did a similar thing with the limp Ayla, his left hand holding the heavy Commando as if it were no more than a small stick.<br/><br/>The two men, and their female payload, ran off into the pitch-black forest as angry yells and gunshots sounded behind them.