Close to the airstrip, about half a kilometer away, sat a lone woman in a tree, simply watching the conflict unfold in front of her, as the groups clashed between one another, she began to descend from the tree and sprint forward through the grass, dead silent through the brush of it. A bandana was pulled over her smirking mouth as she spoke to herself. [color=662d91]"It's showtime."[/color]

Once she made it to the airstrip, she decided to take cover and sneak around a bit, eventually reaching a shorter male who was armed with a sniper rifle. She had heard of this sniper, and his track record was very impressive based on his file that she took the liberty of reading while sipping someone else's iced latte. Good god that was a terrible latte. She stood and analyzed the current situation on the battlefield. Honestly it seemed like there was only two groups on the field worth mentioning. Unfortunately, the only person she could reliably go to for help was The Jack, and it seemed very difficult to actually tell which person on the field was allied with which team, so she had to go find the man who recruited her for information.

Like any sane person, she poked the sniper on the back and asked him a question. [color=662d91]"Excuse me my good sir, can you tell me where The Jack is?"[/color]

[@Iktomi]