Howard lopped through the rainforest, moving smoothly and dead silently. He ghosted over an army ant marching line, hurdled stand of bushes. In one motion he drew his axes, then spring-boarded off a bit of dead fall, he sailed over one of the paths leading into the compound, his arms wheeling, then grunting as one of the axe heads bit into the bark of a tree. He hung there for a time, then began to climb the tree to a lower branch, he had seen this position when he had been coming into his first firing position. It overhung the wall by just a bit. Letting him get a top shot on anything on the ground. It didn't make for a good rifle position, but he had other options. He put his tomahawks away, clipping the fast releases closed. He then reached down, to his left thigh. There he grabbed a coke bottled sized mass of metal. With a shake of his hand the metal mass flipped, and opened, a length of wire snapping taut between the long arms of a combat bow. He took a moment to adjust the sight on it. Then with a few short presses of buttons on the grip the quiver on his back, that rested between the carbine and rifle on his back, cycled abit, whirring very softly then clicking.

Howard reached back and drew the arrow. Tipped with a High Explosive arrow head, with the detonation power of a hand grenade in a nice large ball marble. He perched on the branch scanning the courtyard when a large garage door opened. The first thing he saw was about eight soldiers running out and into the jungle. Then, out from the door followed the two powered suits. He grinned, depressing the buttons again, his quiver whirring again. He then nocked the first arrow. Taking aim, whispering into his mic, "Lasanga has eyes on our two heavies. Bluebird are they rigged? Imran, what do you say? I have an HE arrow knocked and a second arrow ready. I can knock out these two behemoths in a matter of seconds." He keeps the arrow nocked, not quite drawn back yet.

He takes a moment raising the bow, but not drawing, "We also had about eight runners take off into the jungle. Depending on orders I might have to go on a stalk. What do you say? Who goes first?" He took a breath, then with one motion, lowered then raised the bow again, this time drawing the drawstring back to just beside his cheek. He had a perfect bead on one of the charges on the lead suit. All it would take is a single motion then a split second to renock and redraw to get the other suit. But he didn't want to over step his mission parameters right now.