I hid, and hoped they would gather what they needed and quickly be on their way. They were rummaging through a barrel but had not found what they were...looking for, and so proceeded to search further. The figure came closer to my position and I sat motionless, breathing heavier. I made a faint movement and the light spun toward me, my eyes widened and I held my breath. “Well what blazings have we here?” the man said. He was wearing the short brown pants, common to sailors along. The assault leader called for helicopter support and reported that they had agents pinned down without any hope of rescue.My team leader attempted to drag me out of the area for safety, and I grabbed him by the collar and shouted, “Get your head on straight! We are moving in and offering cover while our men retreat out of rifle range. Now form up and let’s go!”My team of six agents moved with me directly towards the worst of the shooting. Instead of obsessing with my safety, they reverted to. To match her white thigh boots, she wore white, shiny pantyhose, a white latex body and long, fingerless, opera gloves. Her lips were of the same white... just like her eyes.A slow, drained, movement next to her boot caught her eye. She looked down and saw that one of the warriors was alive, desperately trying to grab on to her right boot.Juicy uncrossed her legs and with a playful move of her leg stomped upon his hand. The drained warrior let no sound out of his mouth but even his empty eyes. "You reckon we'll run into any trouble today?" Ain't no use to spec'late," Pops drawled. "If we do, we do, but don't go lookin' for it, boy. It'll find you soon enough, an' then you'll be wishin' it hadn't." I was just remembering what Bart Mackey told Call last time we were in Show Low," Alex said. "I reckon that's been eatin' at Woodrow. Seems to me, he's the kind to stew over somethin' like that 'til he's got to do somethin' to prove it wrong."Pops looked sidelong at his young protege. Alex.