The afternoon nap Amelia had taken was proving to be rather advantageous as she moved quickly through the path she assumed would lead her to Marcel and his gang. Such assumption was based on the trail of broken twigs and torn leafs left in their wake. She would either come across them or someone else who held no interest to her. 

The girl was traveling light. Even though the weather was favorable, she only carried a handgun, and was wearing a fitted jacket, a shirt underneath, and a pair of jeans tucked inside brown boots. Amelia currently didn't have the patience to plan a full assault; instead, she wanted to make this little mission short and simple, and that was accomplished by somehow getting around Marcel's men to be able to get a clear shot of him, then she would run as fast as her legs could take her.

Some time passed before Amelia heard voices sooner than expected, although they weren't clear enough to understand. She decided to flank around behind some trees until she got a clear view of the group of individuals. Eventually, she saw the back of a couple of heads, and given the height and build of one of them, she was pretty confident it was Marcel. Amelia kept following the men as she maintained her distance until she came across the perfect opportunity to take her shot. It was now or never. She pushed her back against a tree, took a deep breath, then stepped out from behind the tree, aimed her weapon, and took the shot.