Alison, where are you? Flint thought silently as he took his shift driving. The night was dark, but the view was amazing. Being away from the city lights, or even the base lights, made the stars appear bigger and brighter.

He knew the team was waiting for him to crack. Several times, he admitted to himself, he had come close. His hands gripped the steering wheel when he thought about the blows he and Snake Eyes had almost come to. They had wanted to stop and get supplies from the small village they had passed through, but Flint hadn't wanted to waste time. Finally, he grudgingly accepted the fact that they would need to stock up, not knowing when they'd come to the next opportunity.

Scarlett had added that they might be able to find information as well as supplies about the Travelers. Part of the problem they realized was that they had no idea how to describe Lady Jaye. If she had been in one of her disguises, which if Cobra was operating in the area she most likely was, she could have looked like anyone. So, they merely asked about Travelers groups and listened to the information they had been given. No one, it seemed, had seen a group, but apparently that wasn't unusual.

At least one person had finally confided to them that the Travelers usually gathered in a special place this time of year and that it wasn't too far from their location.

The problem was that where they were gathering was in the rebel's possession.

It then provoked another argument. Hawk had specifically stated this was not a search and rescue, but a scouting mission. Scarlett had been marking places on their maps where they heard of rebel bases and had sent the information on to Duke and Beach Head. Still, the head snake's base hadn't been discovered, and that was their primary goal, they were told.

Duke had sympathized with the group, but Beach Head had been less lenient, reminding them of Hawk's orders whenever they communicated information back and forth.

Flint sighed, bringing his mind back to the present and focusing on his driving. The dirt road hadn't been easy, and apparently was the road less traveled. According to Scarlett's maps, though, it would soon converge with a more modern road. They would have to be on their guard, knowing they were entering into dangerous territory. Here the rebels had gain sympathizers. The American military would not be a welcome sight to these people.

In the last town, they had transformed the truck, giving it a more local makeover – something that would cause less suspicion.

He had been driving several hours when he felt a presence behind him.

"Can't sleep?" he asked Scarlett, who sat next to him.

She shook her head. "We're going to have to stop for the night."

He reluctantly agreed. There was no comfortable place to sleep in the command unit – obviously mobile didn't meant luxury – and they had been bunking under the stars for the few days they had been on the road. Still, he hadn't liked stopping, feeling that it was wasting time.

"You need your rest, too," she reminded him, pointing out a place to pull off the road for the night. They found a place to hide the truck amongst the trees and set up their tents. The nights had been growing colder as they made their way deeper into the country. Flint watched with envy as Snake Eyes and Scarlett disappeared into their tent. He caught Spirit's glance. He knew the Shaman wanted to talk to him, but he just didn't want to hear it right now. Instead, he pulled the flap to his tent closed and lay down, wishing he had his someone in his arms right now.

He only hoped that wherever she was, she was safe and in the hands of the Travelers, and not Cobra.