White and black streaked fur stretched with the way the tiger moved. A long tail flicked slowly behind the creature as it stalked through the foliage. The scope of the SVD Sniper Rifle followed the large cat's movements. A brunette haired man watched the rare cat move slowly through the trees and bushes of the mountain, unaware of the human's presence. Jason didn't know how much that rare tiger's fur would sell for but they'd better hope there were more than one of them.

The scope trailed down the cat's body, focusing in on the tiger's head. Jason watched the big cat lay in a pile of leaves, looking oh so comfortable in its nest. Jason would have pulled the trigger, ended the cat's life, but the walkie talkie on his waist began to spout a female's voice, sounding panicked and worried. Lowering the scope when he was certain the tiger was staying put, the brunette took the radio and responded. "Who is this? I don't recognize your-"

"It's me...the pilot that helped you get back to the South Island?" Jason felt himself freeze. It was Nyreene, the pilot of the helicopter, HagRaven. Swallowing, Jason ran a hand through his hair and played it cool. "I need your help...awhile back when I was delivering goods to Gaztown, Privateers struck, took my helicopter, the HagRaven, and had taken Phil hostage." Jason listened to the female as she continued. "I need your help getting them back...at least Phil if you can..." Peeking up to take a look at the white tiger, Jason hummed lightly.

"Sure sure...where should we meet?"

"Near the Compound." Was Nyreene's answer.

"I'll meet you there..." Her side went dead and the radio was placed back at his waist. Another glance to the tiger, Jason gave a slight grin when he saw another white tiger walk over to the one lying down. Two white little cubs where stumbling at its feet. Getting out of the area as quickly as possible, Jason slid down the steep side of the cliff towards his vehicle. He supposed he'll let them live a bit longer. Climbing into his chosen jeep, Jason drove back onto the road and headed off into the direction of Hoyt's compound. The Hawaiian music that played made the man grin as he drove along.

The area around the compound was clear. Nyreene was nowhere to be seen, nor another vehicle that showed signs of the woman's presence. Climbing out of his jeep, Jason walked down the small slope of a hill and spotted a very familiar woman leaning against one of the trees, looking as casual and calm as ever. Jason approached her.

"Thanks for showing up...they're keeping them both at the hangers where they keep all the airplanes and copters." The female patted a green Technical, her brow raising as she climbed into the front seat, looking at Jason and expecting him to climb on board.

"We best head out now, before it gets dark...when we get there, the darkness can give us cover while we sneak in." Jason agreed, climbing in the passenger's side. The trip was short. The plane hangers were not so far from the Compound but a quick glance around and Jason looked to Nyreene. "I'll go in first...survey the surroundings. Tell you if I find Phil or the Hag..." The woman gave a soft nod and sunk into the tall bushes. He wouldn't have been able to see her if he didn't look thoroughly.

Jason jogged inside, maneuvering himself around the lone rubble piles and engines and planes. He found Privateers standing around, minding their own business. In his disguise, the other men greeted him like an old friend. To keep up the ruse, he waved to them as he passed, heading further into the hanger.

Then he heard yelling. A glance inside one of the buildings and he found Phil, sitting in a wooden chair with his arms tied behind his back and a stern look on his face. Privateers sat in the room with him, jeering at him and trying to get information out of him. A Desert Eagle, probably belonging to Phil himself, was jabbed up under the man's chin.

"Where's your boss, eh? The owner of that copter?" Jason would have moved inside more to survey Phil's injuries, but another Privateer stopped him.

"This area is off limits, for now. There is an interrogation going on at the moment." Jason stepped back and eyed the way Phil kept his face remarkably straight and how quiet he was. Jason watched the Privateer inside move the gun to press it against Phil's head.

"Start talking or you'll get shot!" The Privateer snapped, only to receive a crooked grin from the co-pilot.

"Shoot me and you'll never find her..." The Privateer's lips pulled into a snarl, the Desert Eagle was shoved back onto a table and he stood angrily.

"Someone else interrogate him. I need a drink..." The angry man pushed past Jason and he figured to continue on and find out where the HagRaven was kept. Passing a spitroast, he stared at the familiar helicopter stashed not too far behind the pit. Privateers were emptying out the contents: crates of food, gallon-sized jugs of clean water, and other needed things for the villagers to survive.

At this time, Jason figured he should head back to Nyreene and wait for nighttime to fall. The night would give them cover to sneak in and free Phil, and even the HagRaven if they weren't discovered by that time. Walking back out of the Hanger, Jason moved into the foliage and crouched beside Nyreene.

"I found both of them..." He saw her perk up with a grin. "But Phil is in an interrogation room and all the cargo from your HagRaven has been unloaded."

"That's no problem..." Nyreene replied with a wave of her hand. "I can always get more. It is not hard to come by. People I know in Bangkok have tons of donated supplies to give. I can go pick them up again and redistribute them among Rook islands." Jason gave a slight nod and looked up towards the sky.

"It'll be dark very soon now. We just have to be patient." Jason saw the female nod, and comfortably seat herself in the tall bushes.

"Very soon Phil...you will be freed..." Night fell quickly, the sky turned a dark grey and the stars marred the skies like scars. Nyreene clambered to her feet, but remained crouched in the bushes. Jason gave a nod and Nyreene swore she saw the Warrior attach something to a tree.

"Alright..." He kept his voice down. "We'll move on through the perimeter outside the buildings. Then we can weave through one of them and get to the building where Phil is being held..." Jason krept out from the bushes with the female directly behind him. Together, they maneuvered through the backside of the buildings, evading patrolling privateers. Sneaking in through a building, the duo moved across the near empty courtyard and into the building where Phil was kept.

The man was still tied in a chair, his nose broken and bleeding, his lip split and the area around his left eye was a bluish-purple. Phil's head rose when he heard someone approaching, and his attitude changed when he saw Jason and Nyreene standing there, looking oh so quite clever.

"Boss..." His voice was kept quiet, just above a whisper. That frown was replaced with a bloody grin and he watched calmly as Jason moved forward to slice his machete through the thick ropes. The man leaned forward in his seat, grinning widely at the duo. "Knew you wouldn't leave me hanging when I saw ya, kid..." Phil mumbled with good humor to Jason. The Warrior returned the grin.

"Alright...keep your voices down...we need to sneak past the spitroast and get you guys to your HagRaven..." Both heads bobbed, reminding Jason of bobble heads for a brief amount of time.

"Phil..." Nyreene motioned to the taller, older man. "Grab your stuff...the spare keys also..." The co-pilot nodded again and to the table he went, stuffing his pockets with small items, the Desert Eagle, and making sure to snap the key to one of the belt loops on his pants.

"All good, Captain..." Phil spoke with a grin. Together, the trio moved out of the building and moved back to the outer edges of the hanger. Silently they stalked, pausing in the shadows when a Privateer passed by.

"Alright...I'll go and distract the Privateers around the roast...wait for my signal, then take back your Helicopter..." Jason, without waiting for a response, moved into view and approached the men talking and eating calmly. "Hey..." Hummed greetings from each man stuffing their face; some had removed helmets and scarves so the items would not get in the way. By the looks of it, they were eating some of those Buffalo that roamed the hills beside the hanger. Taking a seat beside one of the Heavies, part of the Buffalo's leg was offered to him, which he took gratefully.

"Good job with those traitors, Foster..." A man spoke from across the spittle. "We heard from Sam. All of us were unaware they were even there..." The men on either side of him gave his back a slap, both laughing.

"Good find, good find! All of those other men at the Compound...there are probably jealous." A buck-toothed man laughed. He looked about Grant's age, with buzz-cut sandy blond hair. He wagged a Buffalo's leg bone in his direction. "If Hoyt recognized me, I'd be walking tall too! That man's the business boss! King of the market!" The male was cuffed on the back of the head.

"Oh shut it Wiggins!" The larger man laughed and Jason felt awkward. For murderous thugs, they certainly behaved like they were normal human beings.

Then there was an explosion. The Privateer's heads all jerked behind them, standing up and grabbing their weapons. Jason mimicked them, thinking that placing the C-4 on the tree to use as the distraction was quite a good idea. His eyes flicked to the shadows as some of the Privateers around the pit began to move towards the sound of the explosion. There, he saw Nyreene and Phil go running from the shadows and dashing for the Hag. Jason watched them yank open the doors and climb in front, closing them tight behind them.

"It's Nyreene!" The sandy haired Privateer had seen them. The other's heads jerked behind them at the name and the sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air as the aircraft started up. Jason saw them all raise their guns to open fire, but the brunette watched Phil chuck something out the window down at them.

"Smoke grenade!" A heavy yelled just before thick black and grey smoke began pillowing out of the small grenade. The smell was even worse than burned corpses. Coughing, Jason ran in one direction, getting out of the gas and looking up to the sky. The HagRaven was raising higher and higher into the sky, and he saw Phil give him a salute before off they went.

The smoke eventually cleared, and the Privateers cursed as they watched the helicopter turn into a speck on the horizon. "Damnit...Hoyt's inner circle's gonna have our asses on a silver platter!" The sandy haired Privateer complained loudly, dropping his gun and sitting heavily by the fire. He looked like he was pouting.

"Please..." Another spoke, drawing Jason's attention. "The most that'll happen is getting yelled at...now if it were Snow White that got away..." Jason saw each individual shiver at the very thought. The brunette chose to hang around a while longer, to not appear suspicious. Suddenly appearing and suddenly leaving would definitely make each Privateer know it was his fault. A slab of Buffalo was once again handed to him by one of the Privateers and Jason figured he'll eat and leave.

Besides, he still had to hunt that White Tiger...