Graves sat in the bus, going of the situation one more time in his head. It seemed strait forward enough. Hostage rescue, lots of guys with guns, it would be better to avoid combat all together. The one thing that really bugged him was the unknown condition of the girl. He suspected some form of toxin was used to make her pass out, but what if she really had a minor stroke or something. It might make extraction tricky if she couldn't walk on her own. That is assuming that she hadn't been beaten and raped half to death. Graves looked at Allen, he hadn't voiced his concern to the young man yet. The boy was giving the windows a thousand yard stare.
A glint, possibly binoculars or a sniper scope, caught Graves' eye alongside a river bed. Station saw it too. They alerted the rest of the group to stay frosty, Allen looked around as if finally noticing that they were in a bus. Slide eyed his duffle bag full of hardware in a storage bin. He double checked the Thunderbolt under his arm for security.
Two old beat to shit pick up trucks with LMGs on the backs drove up to the top of a hill, men with rifles came out from behind the rocks. Graves was at the front of the bus asking the driver what was going, and was told to remain calm. It didn't take long before the driver was yelling back and forth with one of the presumed bandits. "Good news!" The driver exclaimed, "The Uzim Chen Tribe from Karavan has come out to ensure our safety! They just want to take a look around."
Dreck, Slide thought. He turned on his wireless coms, "Ok guys, how are we gonna play this?"
