"So, what is your decision?" The officer casually looked her in the eyes. That's when a wad of bloody phlegm smacked him in the cheek, and his face dropped into a scowl, as Cindy just smiled.

"Do your worst, punk, you don't scare me-" Without warning, he had several bullets rip into his side, and he collapsed with a look of shock on his face. Other soldiers returned fire, only to be torn down by some kind of heavy caliber SAW weapon. She kept her head down for a bit, as the bullet lawn mower cut the enemy squad to shreds, before a lull in fire where she stood up with some difficult, as her hands were tied in front of her. Without hesitating, she spotted her pack with weapons still attached, grabbed it and proceeded to run towards the hidden rescuer, albeit right to the side outside of his cone of fire. 

Cindy pumped her legs into the ground as fast as she could, as whoever was firing started up again, and she uttered a small prayer.
"Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me..." Eventually she leaped over a small mound, and landed with a thud beside him. She took a quick look at him, and noted the Canadian flag on his shoulder. Never seen a Canadian before, do they even have an army? She wasn't complaining, as he appeared to have decimated the squad, who retreated with haste into the jungle.

She laid beside him, and patted him on the shoulder, a wide grin on her face. "Thanks for the rescue, mate. Bloody Nazis, this war gets crazier by the day, right? Anyways, I'm Private Cynthia Gouldbern, of The Royal Australian Army Medical Corps, but you can call me Cindy. Pleased to meet ya." She held out her tied hands, waiting for him to shake it. "Oh yeah, right. Mind cutting me loose?"