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Fred pilots the small drone the team has while Gary drives down a small road east of the crash site. Fred switches to the thermal camera to scan a patch of woods.

“Gary, I have a limping male. Looks to be military age. He’s leaving the woods. Why’d he do that?”

Fred shrugs. Gary switches to the normal camera and zooms in. “Ya that’s our guy. His left leg and arm look to be injured. Wait. There’s people behind him. He’s being chased. I’m calling Talia.” Gary takes out his phone and dials Talia. “Hey, we got the pilot on the drone but he’s being chased. I can’t ID the people chasing yet but they’re catching up rapidly.”

“Do not engage. Observe and record what you can. You have a surveillance kit in the toolbox get the parabolic mic and a camera and record everything. I’m recording the drone camera now from here.” Talia hangs up.

“Fred, get up to that building there. The roof is a good spot to watch this unfold. Bring your rifle and optic. I don’t want to use it but if it’s only these three chasing him I’ll take that risk.”

Fred complies and the pair make their way to the roof of an abandoned tenant building. Fred shoulders his rifle and watches the action through the rifle scope. Gary set’s up the long range mic and sets up a camera. Gary can hear the men yelling in Nogovastani. No surprise there. One of the men catches up to the pilot and tackles him. Gary dials Talia. “You seeing this?”

“Yes. I don’t think we can do anything.”

“What? It’s just three guys. Fred can take them out from here and I’ll pick him up in the truck.”

“Look at the drone feed. It’s not just three guys anymore. Those were just the three that saw him. There is a company of nationalist’s right behind them. Stay hidden and do not interfere. This is above us now.” Talia hangs up.

“Dang it.” Gary says.

“I have a shot on the two.” Fred says.

“We can’t interfere.”

“What? And just let them take him?”

“It’s not just them. There’s a company behind them.”

“F***. So we literally have to just watch.”

“Ya. I don’t like it either.”

The pair silently watch and record as the pilot is kicked several times before what looked to be an officer runs up and stops the assault.
“Who are you?” The officer demands in Nogovan.

“I am Major Kishan of the United Archipelago of the Dolphin Isles Air Force. Date of Birth August 21st 1989. Serial number 1556570871”

“He’s one of them!” a soldier shouts as he aims his rifle. “Kill him. He’s an imperial!”

“Calm down. We won’t be killing him today. Get him up. Put him in a UAZ. We’re taking this one prisoner.” The officer says as he lowers the soldier’s rifle. Two of the soldier pick up the Major and toss him in the back of a rundown jeep. A bag is placed over his head and the jeep leaves the area.