Poncho took front while Billy hung back. Frankie walked alone in the centre of the group. After walking for about 2 hours then they finally stopped for a break. Frankie sat down on a low log and Hawkins knelt down in front of her. He pulled out a first aid kit and pulled out the alcohol wipes to disinfect the wound. "I'm Hawkins, by the way." He said as he gently dabbed her cheek. "Hi, I'm Frankie." She winced as the stinging sensation coming from her cheek. "Sorry, but you don't want it to get infected." He said sincerely. She nodded as he pulled out a cloth and wiped away any left over blood. Frankie looked around and saw Billy staring off into the distance. She looked back at Hawkins, "Do they get annoying?" She asked. He looked confused. "Your glasses. Do they get annoying?" She asked again. He laughed a little, "No not really, but I've had them for so long I guess I'm just use to them." He said as he finished packing up the first aid kit. "Thanks Doc." She smiled. He smiled back at her, "If you need anything just ask me okay?" He said, Frankie nodded.
Billy watched Hawkins walk away from Frankie. She looked over to him again; she didn't seem as sad now, Billy was glad. Dutch signaled everybody to pack up and move out. They walked on for another hour or so when Billy pulled away from the rest of the group and stopped. He could feel something was watching them. He rubbed his necklace with his thumb and continued to stare at the trees. Dutch stopped the group and signaled them into position. Frankie hid behind a tree and looked over at Billy. Dutch slowly walked over to Billy and whispered to him. Frankie looked over at the trees where Billy was looking. She saw something move in the trees. She gasped quickly, she saw a figure that looked like the jungle. She slowly stood up but kept her eyes on the figure. A pair of yellow eyes flashed briefly then disappeared. Frankie screamed and ran off into the jungle. All at the same time the team spun around with their guns ready. They saw Frankie running away from them. Dutch whistled and signaled Hawkins to go after her.
Billy knew she saw what he had seen in the trees. He didn't know what it was, right now he didn't care. His focus was on Frankie; Hawkins was running after her and eventually the rest of the team followed. Frankie was breathing rapidly as she dodged every tree and log. Frankie didn't scare easily, what she just saw she had never seen before in her life, she just had to get away. She heard someone gaining on her and out of nowhere she was taken down. She screamed and struggled, Hawkins had a tight grip on and wasn't planning on letting go. "Please! Frankie, please!" He raised his voice growing angry at her struggling. "No! We have to leave!" She yelled trying to pull him along. He threw her to the ground and pointed his gun at her. She gasped and crawled away from him. "I'm going to hurt you." He sighed but she looked like she had seen a ghost. Hawkins turned around to see what she was looking at. The jungle moved towards him and pierced a blade into his chest. Frankie screamed as blood was sprayed over her jacket and face.
She went to run away but Poncho came up behind her and grabbed her. She cried out and kicked Poncho in the face, he winced stepping back. Frankie crawled under a log, still breathing quickly. She was nearly all the way through when someone grabbed her foot and dragged her back out. She screamed while clawing at the ground. Dutch had dragged her out then passed her to Blaine and Mac, who each took one of her arms and held her. Poncho came up behind Dutch, blood trickling down his cheek. Billy placed a hand of his shoulder, preventing him from getting any closer to Frankie while Dillon interrogated her. "What the hell just happened? Where's Hawkins? What the hell did you do to him?" Frankie didn't answer, she just looked at the ground; her eyes were wide and watery and she still had Hawkins' blood on her face. Dutch spoke up, "Poncho, Blaine, Mac, search for Hawkins. Billy see if you can get her to talk." "Yes Major." They all said. Billy went over to Frankie who was sitting on a log. "Frankie? Frankie what happened? What did you see?" Billy spoke calmly.
Frankie looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know. It-it took Hawkins." She looked back at the ground. "What took him?" Billy asked. "The jungle!" She snapped. Then her eyes searched the trees surrounding them. Billy remembered what he had seen in the trees, a figure that moved with the jungle. "What happened?" He asked hesitantly. She tear fell from her eye as she looked up at him. "At first it was still, then when Hawkins pulled out his gun it jumped out and attacked him. I ran away before it could get to me." She looked up, trying to prevent the tears from falling. She took a deep breath and looked back at Billy. "I'm going crazy, aren't I?" Billy watched another tear slip from her hazel eyes. He shook his head. "No. I believe you." Billy said earnestly. Billy stood up and walked over to Dutch, where he was talking to Dillon about the chopper. "What did she say?" Dutch asked while lighting another cigar. "I think there's a guy out there wearing camouflage. She said someone attacked Hawkins and she ran away before they could get to her." Billy said looking over at Frankie every now and then.
Poncho, Mac and Blaine returned. "Did you find Hawkins?" Dutch asked through his cigar. "There were some traces of blood, but we couldn't find any bodies or tracks." Mac said pulling out his flask and taking a sip. Dutch looked over at Dillon, then at Frankie. "Let's keep moving. If Hawkins is alive, he'll know where to go." Dutch said to his team then started walking. The rest of them followed; Billy helped Frankie up and walked with the rest of the group.
