The pilot had nearly fired as he saw the groping unfolding before him. The only thing that kept his big gun from discharging and ripping through flesh was the fact that Sayeeda was acting very uncharacteristically from what he had expected. Granted, he hadn't known her too long. But any girl with any will would have hit the guy, but she took it and even encouraged it, albeit awkwardly. "Well well well," he breathed, keeping still and watching what was transpiring. This girl had a plan. 

Then again, once the moaning started he wasn't entirely sure. It sounded a bit higher pitched than the rebel's voice, and Neil had to tell himself this was probably an act. Outside the tent, one of the men went off to take a piss on the opposite side of camp, and Neil made a quiet groan of his own. If he'd planted himself somewhere else he could pick them off one by one. He'd chosen the best vantage point to see without being seen, but that didn't mean it was the best spot for all scenarios. 

Wait, had the moaning stopped? His dark eyed gaze switched to the tent again, and his brow raised when he saw her crawling through the jungle like a stalking cat from a small slit in the tent she had made. Goddamn, she actually did it. He was glad he'd checked, because her small signal was one for attack. He answered her with a wink and a grin, and hefted his rifle none too gently as he aimed. 

One of the rebels had just ended with the punch line of a tasteless joke, and a voice from above laughed with them. "Oh man, that was [i]great[/i]." Needless to say, their confused faces were the last expressions they ever made. The ARC rifle revved up, Neil fired into the three of them. One of the men's chest was sheared open, and the other lost a leg from the first shot. Small talk turned to screams and cries of alarm, as the pilot finished the other two off before he was getting bullets punching into his cover from the other eight men. 

"Okay," said to himself, shifting his weight and falling off the tree. He hadn't even bothered climbing down, instead merely grabbing a lower branch with an outstretched arm below him to somewhat stop his fall, before he hit the ground with relative ease. His next shot was a blind fire through the bushes, but apparently it had caught someone, because another scream erupted. 
[@Penny]