In slow and easy steps, Templeton creeps through the jungle. His ears are always open...as unlikely as it still seems he'd be able to hear the Baracus coming if it came.
He's armed with a grenade launcher. He's pretty sure it'll take more than that to slay the Baracus. Even so, he can't afford to come unprepared. The ground force, where he's from, taught him preparation; he's merely practicing what he knows.
He rotates, and looks up into the trees. He doesn't see anything up there unusual, of course, but... He sure wishes the Baracus would make this easier...even if he did have to die.
Onward, through the jungle he wanders. Where could he be?
He hears a noise. He wheels around, and points his grenade launcher. He listens. There's no repetition.
He shrugs, and keeps creeping. That didn't sound big enough to be...
From above, an Austroasian femme yells, leaps, and hits Templeton in the head with the butt of a firearm. Before Templeton can resist, he falls over.
She mounts him, and punches him in the face several times. He resists. She punches him more. He reaches for his grenade launcher; she grapples him, and keeps him from it...
In a way, Face is enjoying this. Alas, he wouldn't expect Ms. O'Hannorhan to understand, if she walked in on this...
At last, the Austroasian chick knocks him out.
Templeton wakes. He's hanging upside down, from a rope in a tree, in a clearing.
Nearby, his attacker sits, with her bare legs exposed. She chuckles, and twirls some of Templeton's jewels around her finger.
Templeton looks down...up, from his captor's POV. He sighs, when he sees he's wearing Bond girl-patterned briefs.
"You're trespassing," she reminds him. "Care to tell me why?"
"What assurance do I have you won't kill me if I tell you?"
"The same assurance you have that I won't kill you if you don't tell me."
"Fine." Templeton heaves a sigh. He listens for the Baracus...although he's pretty sure that if he was going to come, his captor would know more about that than him. "I'm here to kill the Baracus."
She smiles, stands, and gathers a pistol in her hand. Templeton sighs, and dreads his timely end...
She aims it high, and shoots. Templeton falls...but not to his death. He hits his head...but that's as intense as it gets. Moments pass before he realizes he's still alive.
She stands over him, and offers to help him up. Templeton scoffs, waves her away, and closes his eyes, nourishing his sore head.
"I'm not...doing this to beat you up more. I'm trying to help you up."
Still unsure, he accepts. She helps him up.
"My name is Tia," she tells him. "I'm the junta's gamekeeper...or rather, I was, before DeJarro killed his partners. Now it's just him. And now there's cat scat all over this jungle with his partners' remnants still in it."
"TMI," Templeton warns her. "I came here with someone else. Have you seen her?"
She shrugs. "I didn't see you come in. I was practicing my Indiana Jones bullwhip tricks when I first noticed you out here."
"Will you help me kill the Baracus? Otherwise, our relationship can only advance so much more on what it's got...as much as I'd love to stand here and get to know you more."
She sighs, and slaps him on the chest. "Lucky for you, I want the Baracus dead too. DeJarro would probably execute me if he heard me say that...but then, he can't execute anyone if we destroy his ax. And the Baracus is his ax."
"I can sure believe that. Where is it?"
"It usually comes when I call it. Until then," she looks around, "it's best to keep serious thoughts of killing him to a whisper."
"Of course," Templeton whispers. "Cat ears are very sensitive; I know."
"But first, let's find your friend. If the Baracus has found her first, this'll be a lot harder."
"Yeah," Templeton stammers. "I was afraid of that..."
Now Templeton's worried he just sent Ms. O'Hannorhan off to her doom. But hopefully, with Tia's guidance, he can get to her before the Baracus does...or before the Baracus gets to all three of them...with the latter being the most likely to happen first...