[b][i]Sam Fisher[/i][/b]

	Sam sighed from his back, gazing up at the stars. He and Bo lay underneath the forest canopy after a long day's travel. They had been making their way towards New York City after multiple tips from fellow Rebellion members, too many tips to ignore any longer. They were just a couple days outside of the city now, having left from Arizona months ago. They went to Arizona after they caught wind of a Rebel base being formed. His hopes were dashed however, finding nothing but another rumor spread by The Regime with hopes of tricking Rebel sympathizers out of the shadows. Another near death experience, another escape under his belt. He figured he had to be somewhere high up on The Regime's most wanted list by now. He chuckled aloud at the thought. "Whadya think they'll do to us if they ever get their hands on us Bo?" he said, rolling over and sprawling out onto Bo like he always did. Bo snorted, shaking his mane free of the thought of capture. "Yeah I suppose youre right. We'll be dead before we ever find that out." He smiled and patted Bo on the ribs sternly, just how he liked. They were secluded where they lay, with a wall of rock a few feet away and heavy brush surrounding them. Knowing nothing would make it within a hundred yards without Bo knowing, Sam allowed himself to drift to sleep, at peace in the wild with Bo, where he belonged.