A thundering barrage drowned the world with sound, dirt and terror. The deafening volley devastated the landscape. If Gray had a second chance to look before hitting the wet soil he would have sworn the scenery changed despite the assault of artillery. The hazy world smoked around him. Through his stunned eyes he could make out a figure rushing forward with adrenaline fueled vigor. He seemed to be carrying an awkward-looking backpack that.. clung to him?

Gray rubbed his eyes clear of dirt. There was a little figure on his back! It was Tony with Parry. He started shouting something that sounded like nothing more than a murmur below the boom of ordnance and whirlwind of chopper blades. Tony scrambled for the choppers as they starting touching down ahead. [i]Screw this placee![/i] Anywhere was better than being stuck in a jungle war zone. Whether this was a nightmare of Vietnam or Korea didn't matter. Wherever those choppers are headed can't be any worse than this piss-smelling, blood-soaked mosquito hell.

The hunter jetted off the ground. Adrenaline and fury were his blood. He surged forward to would-be safety in the outdated death traps.