Oliver is hiding behind a tree with his knife ready— as well as can be for an untrained man. The mercenary walks past Oliver with his gun ready. Oliver shaking behind the tree terrified charges out to attack the man but the mercenary quickly grabs Oliver's arms spinning around and smashing him into another tree, one hand grabs Oliver's throat and the other the hand holding the knife. The mercenary aggressively twists Oliver's wrist disarming him of the knife, the blade faintly slices across Oliver's arm and he grunts in pain.
Oliver pushes forwards and the mercenary falls back but grabs Oliver 's clothes going down with him. They roll down a steep hill and the mercenary hits his head before his back cracks against a rock. Oliver is sent over the man into the river submerging underneath the water, some water going down his throat..
Oliver is underwater for a few moments unconscious before gasping for air as he breaks the surface, coughing out of control. Oliver sees the unmoving figure of the mercenary on the rock and stares at the body in horror at realising the man is dead. He was responsible for the man's death, his first ever kill and by accident, it felt worse than he could imagine.
Going up to the man Oliver lifts him up and carries him to a fallen thick tree branch and lays him to rest. He undresses the man and switches clothes, removing everything from his clothes and hiding them on his person. He finds several twigs and branches to hide the body covering them over the mercenary delicately.
Oliver checks the two pouches on either side of his chest. The left had some keys to who knows what and the right had a map of the island. Pulling out the map Oliver takes time to study the area. The map has writing across locations of the island with permanent ink.
Folding the map back up Oliver repockets it and hides the book in a hidden pouch before picking up the assault rifle off the floor, a common assault rifle used by terrorists. He pulls the balaclava over his head and down his face as he here's voices down the path, he trails them back to camp.
Oliver spots a group holding food trays at a makeshift counter serving up food. Oliver, hungry for a good meal, approaches and is greeted by someone from behind in Mandarin before the man translates, "new day, same shit." The man looks at Oliver, "you new?"
"Yeah…" Oliver confirms trying to hide the uncertainty in his voice.
The man laughs sounding like it's force, before walking away, "took me a year to know this place. Don't worry."
"Oh, hey?" Oliver stops the man, "I'm supposed to be guarding the prisoners, "could you show me the way?"
"Why?" The mercenary inquires.
"Erm, I'm supposed to be guarding some new prisoner."
"The man with the long hair? Yeah he's at the east camp," the mercenary places his food tray back down, "come I'll show you. Come!" Oliver looks down at his food remorsefully before following the mercenary to a customised off-road Jeep. The mercenary lowers his gun into the back compartment resting the gun against the seat before getting into the driver's seat as Oliver climbs in the other side still equipped with his assault rifle.
"Hold up! Hold up! A gruff voice orders; a voice Oliver dreads Fyers, walking to the jeep with a walking stick carved out of a log. "Units one, two! Fyers orders, his voice laced with pain although he tries to hide it, pointing at the two jeeps front and back of theirs. The mercenary climbs back out the jeep allowing Fyers to climb into the back with some difficulty. Oliver doesn't look at the men completely oblivious to the cold glare Fyers sends the man.
Shifting his legs in the back with grunts of pain Fyers looks at Oliver's head with a cold glance.
The ride remains silent for some time as Fyers holds the driver's gun barrel pointed to the sky. "You were stationed by the perimeter?"
"Yeah…" Oliver confirms without looking.
Fyers glances at Oliver, "your report?"
Oliver hesitates, "Erm…no trouble everything's normal, Sir."
Fyers glances at Oliver again before looking back at the road his men had created by driving through the greenery for the last two years. "Are you new? I don't remember any new shipments."
"Just arrived, Sir" Oliver lies.
Fyers narrows his eyes, "yeah...you seemed to be rather green. How did you arrive here? On the submarine?"
"Submarine," Oliver repeats. "I thought everyone came by plane." Oliver's eyes shift around wider with fear.
Fyers looks at Oliver with a small tense frown, "indeed." His hand around the gun barrel.
The driver parks up a few feet before the prison. Fyers climbs out the Jeep with an attempted quiet grunt and leads them into the camp hobbling on his crutch. Oliver has his gun in hand eyeing up the cages for Yao Fei, not very discreetly. "See this is where we detain prisoners until I'm done with them." Oliver starts turning to look at Fyers stiffly but only gets halfway as Fyers wacks his crutch against Oliver's face with a loud angry and painful growl. Oliver's head snaps to the side dropping to the floor. Several men swarm Oliver pointing the rifles at him. Fyers leans down, removing his balaclava, "men like yourself, mister Queen." Oliver drifts off into unconsciousness as a soldier drops down punching Oliver's face.
Later that night Oliver wakes up to a man rattling the cage with a stick. Opening his eyes Oliver notices it's the same man from earlier, the driver. "What do you want?"
Fyers is leaning against the side of the cage, "do you know my men wear balaclavas? It's because the eyes are the gates to the soul. To see the truth, yet you risked everyone to save your friend."
Fyers gestures for the man with the stick to remove his balaclava. The mercenary removes his balaclava revealing Yao Fei. Oliver stares at him in shock and betrayal. "I warned you about him. Your trust was misplaced." Yao Fei stares back at Oliver emotionless, a blank face.