The boy had heard the breathing, his genetics having been meddled with gave him heightened senses, far superior to those of civilians. However, he figured that one person; probably just wondering the woods, was not too much of a threat. If a threat presented itself in this presence, he would do what his training had taught him, eliminate it. Despite knowing that there was somebody watching him, the loud, shrill scream had caught him off guard, causing him to almost jump out of his boots. Instantly abandoning the task of covering up the bag he snapped around, his body language gave off a sense of being threatened as his stance took a fighting form. Nothing, the lack of someone or thing standing before him left the boy confused and when a girl, probably his own age from the looks of her stepped out from behind a large tree, his stance went back to normal, upright.

[i]"Um. Hi."[/i]

He raised a very scratched up hand towards his head, running it across his shaved scalp. He had not been given the liberty of an ordinary military haircut, rather something that would be seen in a movie or documentary about concentration camps, practically bald. If his hair had been fairer, it might have looked completely bald in the darkness of the woods. His senses calming, he said nothing, but rather stared at the girl and stepped back towards the bag.

[i]"What are you burying?"[/i] Why? He wondered, what did it matter, having rarely been in the outside world and never spending time around "normal" kids his age, the boy found himself completely unaccustomed to this misplaced curiosity. Again, he gave nothing but silence. Holding a hand out as if to tell the girl to stay quiet, he lent down towards the ground and picked up an [url=http://www.surplusstore.co.uk/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/8e94b9347e01b77eb5544a09ce3e947a/v/e/vest_sa_blk_f.jpg]assault rig[/url] that had been left on the ground by himself while burying the bag. It certainly wouldn't stop any bullets, it didn't even cover the torso and was completely void of plating, rather it was a utility carrying device, worn over the shoulders. Slinging this on over his jacket and pulling the hood up so it was not crumpled under the back of the vest, he shook around. Getting the rig to fall into a natural feeling position.

[b]Escape and evade[/b]. A lesson that the boy had been taught from as early as he could comprehend the English language. Never let the enemy see you, and if they do see you evade or kill. The boy swallowed hard, blinked and kept walking. Passing straight by the girl he continued on his way at a more relaxed pace. He didn't know where he was going, or to what purpose. However, it was all he knew.