Billy and Poncho walked quietly through the jungle; they had already taken out one of the guards. There was another guard leaning on a tree, the guard was wearing a hat the covered his face. It looked like the guard was asleep. Poncho smirked at Billy. Billy nodded, saying he had this one. Poncho nodded and looked around the jungle. Billy walked up to the tree silently and pulled out his knife. With his spare hand, he pushed the guard's head against the tree, pushing the hat off of his head, while placing his hand over the guard's mouth. In one swift movement he went to push his knife into the guard's chest but froze. Billy realised it wasn't a guard; it was a girl. Her eyes were full of fright, she was bruised on her left cheek bone and she had a split lip. She had short brown hair that was messed up from being pulled and grabbed. She screamed through Billy's hand. Billy dropped the knife as Poncho came over to him. "Shh. It's okay, we're hear to rescue you." Billy said calmly, then waited for her to relax. Poncho cut her bonds then she fell to the ground. She was weak from fighting.
"I'm Billy and this is Poncho. What's your name?" Billy said helping her up. She waved her hand in front of her throat. Poncho quickly pulled out his water bottle and handed it to her. She took big gulps and didn't even worry about the bits of water trickling down her neck. She stopped after a few moments and handed the bottle back to Poncho. "I'm Frankie. I came here with General Hopper, I'm their sniper. We were attacked by guerrillas. Most of my team was killed and a couple of us were brought here. When I tried fighting back and escaping, they beat me. And killed one of the others that were brought here. Then they tied me up here a few days ago and left me to die." She said, pausing to take another sip of water every now and then. Billy looked at Poncho and gestured at him to go and tell the others. Poncho nodded and left. "Please, don't leave me here!" Frankie urged. Billy looked deep into her eyes. "Don't worry. Poncho and I are part of a rescue team. We are here to rescue you."
She sighed a sigh of relief. There was something about her that seemed different to all the other woman Billy had ever met. Yes she was in the military, but there was something about her; she was purely unique. "Come on." Billy said gesturing for her to follow him. "Where are we going?" She whispered. "You're too weak to fight, so I'm going to take you somewhere safe while we take out the camp." Billy said not looking back at her. Frankie nodded silently. The rest of his team were making their way down to the camp when Billy got to their meeting point just outside the camp. "Okay, wait here. Stay quiet, we'll be back soon." He said to Frankie then turned back to the camp and went to leave. "Wait!" Frankie stopped him. Billy turned around; Frankie stood on her tippy toes and gave him a small kiss of the cheek. "Thank you." She turned around and hid behind a tree. Billy stood there for a moment, trying to take in what just happened. He smiled briefly then headed down to the camp.
By the time Billy reached the camp most of the guerrillas were already taken out. He shot one that came around the corner. He wondered which one of the guerrillas had beaten Frankie; he grew angry and shot another guerrilla down. He shook off the anger and looked around for Dutch. "Major?" He called out to the fiery camp. There was a faint reply from inside one of the tents. Billy made his way over and saw Dutch speaking with Hawkins. "Major, we have one of the hostages." Billy said interrupting their conversation. Dutch took his cigar out of his mouth, "Where is he?" He said then put his cigar back in his mouth. Billy shook his head, "Not he, she." Dutch tilted his head at Billy. "There was a woman on that team?" Dutch asked with his cigar still in his mouth. Billy nodded. Hawkins spoke up, "Major we need to go." Dutch nodded. "Hawkins, round up the rest of the men. Billy find me a way out of this hole." Hawkins nodded then left while Billy looked at a map. "The best way out of here is through that valley. What do we do with the hostage?" Billy asked as he put the map away.
"We take her with us, we keep her safe and alive till we get back." Dutch said then headed for the edge of the camp and the rest of the team followed. They walked silently to their meeting spot and saw Frankie emerged from the bushes. She froze when she saw the team of big men. Billy noticed how petite and toned she was. She was wearing green cargo pants that were tucked into her black boots; she wore a pale green tank top with a baggy army jacket. Frankie swallowed hard, "I-I'm Frankie." She said. "Are you hurt?" Dutch asked her. "Nothing too serious." She gestured to her face. Billy tightened his grip on his gun. Hawkins stepped forward, "I can patch that up easy." He said examining her wound from a far. "Not now. First lets get out of here, you can fix her up when we are further away from here." Dutch spoke then continued walking through the jungle with Dillon close behind. Blaine and Mac didn't take much interest in Frankie, they both nodded to her then followed Dutch.