Ian clicks off the detonator to the satchel.<br/><br/>"I hate those fuckin' bugs. Alright, you up the ridge then. We got to report these and the hole. Better quick step it, Sir."<br/><br/>The terain was rough with scrabbly brush everywhere.  Ian starts to pick some very distorted radio chatter.<br/><br/>"Got one o' the crew.  Surprised the hell out o' me."<br/><br/>At about 100 meters from the summit he could make out the glint of marines and equipment.<br/><br/>"Nearly there, Sir."<br/><br/>Ian wonders why this navy bloke stopped him at the tunnel entrance.  "Anybody that was down those tunnels all this time has to be fertelizer by now." he thought to himself.  "Somebody better start telling me what the hell is going on down here.  Those buggers aren't ever just  playing.  Those lil' bugs are for something different.  They didn't have any weapons."