Neil stayed mercifully still as he peered into the perimeter. The guard seemed alone, though he knew patrol as much as most soldiers himself. There would be another one in a few scant minutes likely. He needed to make a split second decision. He either eschewed from killing the guard here, and left them thinking everything was alright for awhile longer. He he took him down and made it so they had to deal with one less guard. Truth be told, he wanted to take him out, but the other two hadn't shown up to his position yet. 

That is until he heard the vast roar that he swore shook the leaves of the exotic foliage, widening Neil's eyes. "What in the goddamn fuck was that?" he whispered, and saw the guard's strange reaction. There was no way this island was big enough to have a large native beast that could roar like that. It either had to be mostly aquatic, or needed to be here on purpose within the bunker. Judging by the lack of concern from the guard, it wasn't an aquatic wildcard. 

He decided to wait again, just a few moments more. He still didn't know if he should fire, but- 

Another bellow erupted from within, and Neil took the shot on instinct. Three rounds entered the soldier's subclavien artery and right upper lobe, dropping him with a stagger. He fell noiselessly, and Neil realized he needed to go and move the body before someone else came around. A second later, he willed himself to move. He shouldered the carbine and took out his knife just in case he ran into something or someone, and crept through the brush toward the body, eyes on the moist, leaf colored forest floor to keep himself from stepping on any well laid traps. 

If he tripped any sensors, they were silent ones. He felt intensely exposed stepping out onto the clear path. The right led to a curve that fed into a walkway. To the left went into a small jungle path. At his feet, the man groaned, clearly bleeding out and nearly out of consciousness. Neil knelt down. "Sorry, bud." He said, and stuck his knife into the man's throat. The soldier's eyes widened, and he slumped, his life fading into oblivion as Neil dragged him off the path before he bled too much to cover up. 

He got what an insurgent deserved, but still. The bestial roar and his reaction to it still gave Neil pause. The pilot checked the man's pockets, wondering what he could find in there. A short range radio, some flares, a strange beacon, and a shock stick along with his primary weapon. The Plasma XE Assault Rifle. 

"They really decked you guys out with these weapons didn't they?" He whispered to himself. 
[@Penny]