"this is...rather peculiar for a Colombian cartel territory..." Jackal commented as he saw the varying razor wire traps littered about the place. Jackal moved carefully around the traps, he been used to this kind of work before, although mines would've been preferred for him personally. He examined the area, scouting out and finding a most peculiar "rabbit hole." He looked closely, seeing the stash of drugs, most likely some liquid funds for whoever dug this surprisingly well improvised foxhole. He chuckled to himself. "Somethings are just usually universally used. I've seen foxholes like this one back in Cuba." 

Cheetah came through crystal clear. "Got it." just after he gotten the message, Specter spoke up. "Target is on the move, moving through the compound. The Target was still a long ways ahead. "Magpie, Whenever you can, try and look for higher ground to get your eyes on the field, we may need them if the target is expecting us." He stated. He didn't mean to sound so commanding. "Well, uuh, it's just a suggestion, it may help us." he retorted. 

"As for you and me, Specter; We should move quickly, but also discreetly. We don't want to attract any unwanted cajones, no?" Jackal stated as he then moved forward. "Sounds like a plan. We both move closer to the compound. If we find some higher ground, you too head there. I'll plan a path to the target and lead him into your line of sight. I think you know how the rest of song goes right?" Jackal said as he moved in as quickly as he could move. "Everything sound good to you?" he asked Cheetah.