Accepting his offered hand the woman was pulled to her feet as the Colonel stood. Holding firmly on to her hand, Smith awaited the other half of the introduction.

There was a brief flash of teeth beneath the camo net before she spoke. "Jessica Stamper."

Smith nodded as he pumped her hand twice, "Charmed to be sure."

Murdock reappeared at his commander's side as the woman removed the netting from her face.

"Your not here with your Grandpa, Willie, by chance.. are you?" Murdock babbled at the woman. "I told him I would get that puddin' back to him and I haven't forgot… Its on my agenda.. Its just with all of the revivals and come to Jesus meetings.. I haven't had time."

"Shut it Foo!" BA thundered as he pushed past Face, who was limping up to join the party.

"Watch it BA!" Face used his officer vs. enlisted tone.

BA growled back annoyed by the jeering reprimand from his long time friend.

"Who are you?" BA demanded. Grasping the soaked LBE strap that ran over her shoulder he shook her solidly.

"Easy BA." Smith commanded, his eyes never leaving the face of the woman. "Watch how you talk to our new best friend."

The heavy camouflage paint on her face obscured most of her facial characitisics, but Smith had her figured for early thirty's. Her short hair was most probably light brown but impossible to tell for sure due to the mud and grease that she had pulled through it to prevent light reflection. Her eyes were the only feature not altered by the camouflage and even they were a compliment to her attire. A fusion of brown and gold earth tones with flecks of sparking green. Releasing her hand, Smith continued to study her as he crooked a smile and savored the feeling of freedom.

"Ahm.. Not to to seem ungrateful," Face nodded at the Colonel, "but .. Really.. What gives? Who are you? Who do you work for?"

Smith cocked his head expectantly at the woman.

She looked warily at the haggard men that surrounded her. Her black painted lips curved slightly at the corner of her mouth. "Does it really matter at this point who I am or why I'm here?"

Smith returned her smirk and crossed his arms over his chest. His relaxed posture and demeanor implied that despite their current situation he was indeed willing to wait for an answer.

The woman grinned at this, shaking her head in amusement.

"I don't work for anyone you'd know." She glanced from one to the other, uncomfortable with the Colonels piercing gaze. "There are organizations here that work to protect Americans." She shrugged off the shoulder harness that BA had used to throttle her as she spoke. "Word came through that the A-team was alive and captive in Colombia." Removing her canteen from her belt she unscrewed the cap and took a deep draw. She offered the liquid to Murdock when she finished. He accepted and they past it among one another.

"We got confirmation on your fingerprints and here I am." She stated it as if it was a natural course of action that she would be dispatched to cover the event.

Smith squinted as he again sized her up. "No offense intended lady-" he began.

"But why send in me instead of a troop of testosterone soaked Marines?" She offered up the rest of his obvious question.

The Colonel nodded his head, not a bit embarrassed by what most would construed as blatant sexism. The fact was men served as combatants and women represented unfortunate collateral damage or alluring diversions during war time exercises.

The woman cracked into another smile. Straight forward and to the point. So far meeting the A-team had not disappointed.

"The macho approach didn't seem to work the first time," She glanced appreciatively around at the newly liberated men. "So it was determined a little finesse might be in order."

Murdock rolled his eyes at Face who snorted an amused laugh. The Colonel continued to stare impassively at the woman before him. BA growled at her response before turning angrily away to monitor the perimeter.

Stamper's smile brightened, "If it makes you feel better, there are 9 of the baddiest- ass men you will ever meet lurking in the shadows outside of this compound, just waiting for an opportunity to unleash on these dirt bags."

Smith cocked an eyebrow, "Then why are we talking to you?"

She dropped the smile instantly. "Cause they sound like bulls in a China shop when they move through the brush and I'm not gonna loose even one man trying to pull your asses out of this dump. No matter how great the press says you are."

Smith reached down and snatched up the battered 60 gun. Flicking his cool eyes over the weapon he snapped the firing selector to automatic. "Well you and your boys better get ready …cause finesse has never been one of our fortes."