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[Twinwolf]

"Nothing I know how to use. A sniper rifle would be nice if we could find one, but I'll stick to this for now. Fahkr, you mentioned that you knew SMG's?"

[Caellath]

Fakhr appeared from behind some foliage, his usual fighter pilot helmet already worn though the large visor's pushed up to keep his vision unobstructed. "I call the Ess-em-gii." The pilot chirped his intent to loot the submachine gun and so he did. "Can't say I'll miss the rifles. And I don't remember ever mentioning that but you're right."

[Twinwolf]

"Don't forget the ammunition."

[Playergamer]

Boyd walks over to the dead militiaman with the rifle, rolling him over with his foot. "You know, he might've been useful." He picks up the rifle, holding it in one hand, and looks at Jesse. "Hey, mean green killing machine, you want this or should I take it?"

[Dampe]

"First come, first served, Boyd. The rifle's all yours. I say we head south and try to make it to Selva Sur by nightfall. Any other ideas?"

[Caellath]

"Miss, don't worry. You can bet I will not." The Egyptian pilot said, momentarily waving with one hand while the other grabbed ammo for the submachine gun as quick as humanly possible after he had already snagged up the magazines. He tested the weapon's weight and his brow creased a little. "Hmmm, heavy. I wonder if it was badly-built."

"That sounds like a good idea, the only idea. Hey, think they had a ride nearby?" He suggested, his hazel eyes lighting up.

[Dampe]

"We're going through rough terrain, we'll move faster on foot." Steele shaded his eyes and looked up. "If the the sun is there, then we have to go...that way." He points to a clearing in the forest. "Let's hurry, their backup can't be far behind."

[Twinwolf]

Adriana follows, reloading her pistol and then keeping it at the ready.

[Playergamer]

Boyd loots the corpse, taking the rifle and all of the ammo, before following Steele.

[Caellath]

After making sure he had pilfered all of the bullets, Fakhr followed the rest of the group - maybe a little disappointed they wouldn't be getting a ride. His voice was hushed and lower when he decided to suggest something: "Who is our best scout? They could sneak a little in front and tell us if they see something." Not the entire team was composed of master spies, after all.

[Dampe]

"It's Hanton, but we don't want to get split up in this jungle. Fakhr, you've got the SMG, so you should take point. Boyd, pull cover and bring up the rear?"

[Caellath]

For a moment, Fakhr seemed about to oppose that course of action - he wasn't part of the people used to doing infantry work - but decided against it. He did have the submachine gun and he was good at using one; he just wasn't sure it was good and he stared dubiously at the two triggers. "Ookay. I'll warn you if I spot a bogey. Man, it's been a while since I put my hands on something with so much stamped steel. Forgot how they felt." Despite his comment, he seemed fairly happy to have a SMG on him now.

"Hoping the front trigger is semi or I'll make a mess as soon as I need to fire."

[Dampe]

Somewhere in Tropicana
Approximately 12:30 hours, local time.
"Uhm," Fakhr says, "I see some people ahead." Three masked men with rifles are beating a man with a burlap sack over his head. They do not appear to have noticed the team.
"I see 'em too. How do you guys want to play this one?" Steele asks.

[Twinwolf]

"Shoot two of them, interrogate the third?"

[Playergamer]

"I suppose that's my job, then." Boyd hands the rifle to Jesse, and extends his baton, sneaking towards the soldiers. Once he gets close, or they notice him, he charges at the closest soldier, attempting a takedown.

((Ability time, let's go!))