[b][u][color=f49ac2][center][h2]Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine[/h2][/center][/color][/u][/b]
Before his questions could be answered, he could hear footsteps coming closer behind them upon his quick reflects turning around even before someone tapped on his shoulder. Taking back his head like Donovan would of bite it off. Donovan certainly didn't mind if others [s]utterly feared[/s] greatly respected him. [color=gray]“Uh, are we returning back to Cpt. Saiyako or are we awaiting specific orders?”[/color] The solider asked him. He already knew even if anyone was still in a battle the captain was capable enough to take care of themselves, but even for ones he had less confidence in, he found the enemy force rather pathetic and primitive. But on the other hand maybe he'd be able to do a little exploration on his own something he'd been meaning to do for a while now. [color=f49ac2]“Just gather everyone you can to return back, I'll scout up ahead for reconnaissance, Digit can come with me if he's so inclined. The rest of you go, no need to tell the captain about it. Got it?”[/color] Donovan explained and even though through a mask the solider couldn't see his exact face, he fully understood the tone of how serious the part about refraining from speaking about it was, nodding his head.

As he carefully observed everyone leaving as quickly run into the forest where the monsters came from, making sure no one else saw him going there. Perhaps overconfident but he was hundred percent sure no one was scrupulous as he was. As he looked around through the forest smelling unfamiliar scents and looking at different foliage, not touching anything as he didn't know if anything was poisonous but all of was a beautiful sight, letting out a yawn as it couldn't be any more uninteresting. He turned his head hearing a twig snapping wondering if one of his soldiers decided to follow him but he saw something pass by differently not a solider, but a regular looking man wearing some medieval like clothing. Running away from him, immediately Donovan pursued him, keeping track of him easily even with his unfamiliarity of the woods he was in, almost tripping over on some thick vines in his path but keeping steady and reaching out and grabbing his wrist tightly.

[color=a2d39c]“H-h-hey le-let m-me go!”[/color] The man stuttered clearly scared as he not so gently pinned him up against one of the trees. The man's speech was slightly off as he couldn't quite tell what the man was saying. [color=f49ac2]“Were you spying on my men? Where do you live?”[/color] He stated coldly as he started to pat him down for possible weapons as the man shook some fearfully. The man who also couldn't understand and would be too afraid to talk even if he could just tried to squirm out of his grasp failing to budge as he pulled out his M3P-4 and pointed it to the man's forehead. His silence was making him grow impatient as he immediately figured the man was useless and it was better not taking any chances and executing him right here.

Suddenly another younger man, came out from behind several bushes with a hunting knife in his hand shouting some words. Donovan didn't even hesitate for a second, aiming his gun that the younger man and shooting him into his calf muscle. Making him scream and fall down into the ground. As the man looked crying out tears in his eyes. [color=a2d39c]“S-son! Are you-”[/color] before he smacked him hard in the back of the head with his end of his handgun, knocking him on the ground, slumping against the tree. The son clutched his leg as it was bleeding, starting to yell angrily at him. He stood looking at them both.

He was pondering for a moment whether to just leave them both as is and return to the others. It's clear they didn't speak English and he couldn't take them both as prisoners, he probably would get chewed out doing this in the first place. But if they were spies, did he really want them both to get away relatively unscathed. He walked up to the son struggling to get up to his father, pulling himself with his hands crawling on the dirt floor stepping on his back and holding him down. Pointing the gun at his head, pulling the trigger letting out a bang as the son stopped moving, blood pooling from under his head. Quickly proceeding to walk up to the unconscious man.  [color=f49ac2]“Don't take in personally, it's just my duty to protect my team, hope you can understand.”[/color] He says in a mocking tone, pressing it up right to the back of his head, pulling the trigger again. 

Breathing in and breathing out for a moment to relax himself. With that task handled, he knew it would be best to hide both the bodies. As he took the son and the father over both of his shoulders being careful not to get blood on his combat suit his parents gave him, not wanting to disrespect them by getting it dirty already. Throwing them in the thick bushes, seeing a nearby dead dear with its neck cut open, as he was relieved that it appeared as though they were merely hunting for food and not soldiers in an army or spies of some kind. He was alleviated of some concern, because if they were important individuals they'd be more likely to be searched for, but mere peasants or common folk figuring by how they were dressed. He assumed they would more likely and hopefully be forgotten. Deciding it would be best to head back before anyone start asking questions. Despising people asking questions, he also didn't want any more marks on his record. He left the bodies behind, and swiftly exited the forest. [color=f49ac2][i]"Eh, not worth mentioning this to anyone. I may have to account for the missing bullets...but I can come up with something reasonable I'm sure, besides what the captain doesn't know won't kill him..."[/i][/color]