She crouched down in the undergrowth, like a cat, her eyes focused on her target, her hand placed on her dagger. She set down her spear soundlessly next to her, and prepared herself. He was stumbling aimlessly through the jungle, dripping with sweat. He tore of his camouflage jacket and carelessly threw it on the ground. His eyes had a wild, terrified look in them, his breaths were rasping. He came to a swaying stop just next to her in the bushes. As he looked around, she acted. She leaped on top of him, tackling him to the ground as he shouted in alarm. She expertly manoeuvred herself on top of him, with her hand on his mouth to silence him and her dagger pressed firmly on his windpipe. He stared in terror at her as she leaned her face towards his, scrutinisingly. "Who are you?"