AN: Okay, so this chapter has split point of view. Originally I wanted each chapter to be from a single point of view and to alternate between Booth and Brennan, but this one has both. I wanted to get the idea out there, so there it is. I hope you like it because there's not a whole heck of a lot of dialogue. Also, please excuse my Spanish. I don't speak the language and had to use a text translator for what I wanted said, so if it's horrible just realize that I know English and French and that's about it. Please let me know what you think and as always, reviews are love.

1995

Master Sergeant Seeley Joseph Booth lay motionless on the mountainside, his rifle trained down onto the clearing below. He could feel his heart beat in his chest against the ground below him, ignoring everything else around him. He was here on a mission, and he had to wait as long as it took to eliminate his target.

Usually he worked in the desert. He'd been to the Middle East, Somalia, and generally places without a lot of vegetation, but this mission was a bit different. There was no need for the Army Rangers to be in Guatemala. There was no war; they weren't there for a peace keeping mission. No, this time he was sent to take out the leader of a band of guerrillas. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, except there were civilians in the way. Those civilians were the precise reason that he'd been sent in the first place. A group of scientists from Northwestern University were on a dig in the Guatemalan jungle to identify human remains, but they'd managed to piss off the wrong people. Now he was there to do a little clean up work and make sure that the scientist got out of the jungle in one piece.

He concentrated his scope on his target, his finger resting over the trigger of the rifle just waiting for the perfect opportunity to fire. It seemed as though the man just knew that someone was out to get him though because he was hiding behind one of the students on the dig. The girl was in his sight, and he took just a moment to look at her as he waited for his target to move. She wore a haughty expression that did little to hide the fear she was feeling. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a pony tail and bobbed every time she moved her head. What struck Seeley the most however, was her blue eyes. There was a fire burning there and it made him want to smile, almost. That girl wouldn't give up no matter the circumstances, he was sure of that.

His examination of the hostage over, Seeley returned his attention to his target, still hiding behind the girl. The man was getting a bit reckless, waving his gun in the air and shouting who knows what in Spanish. It was enough to make the scientists below flinch. The guerrilla leader stepped just to the left of the girl, and Seeley decided to take the chance. This was a shot that he couldn't miss if he wanted those scientists to live.

Listening and feeling his heartbeat, he slowed down his breathing and pulled the trigger just as he felt the down beat in his chest. It was a moment before he saw his target fall to the ground, his head almost non-existent from the damage of the bullet. The girl he'd been hiding behind let out a shriek and dropped to the ground, covering her head with her hands. Seeley wondered briefly if she knew just how close she'd been to that bullet, but didn't take much time to ponder it. His job was done, and now the rest of his team would go in to extract the scientists.

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"Professor Stires, what do we do?" Temperance Brennan stood next to her anthropology professor, fear radiating off of her body as she eyed the guerrillas surrounding them. She'd come down on this dig for experience in her chosen field of forensic anthropology, but was unaware of the unstable political situation in the area. She knew that they were here to identify the remains of murdered peasants, but to be surrounded by men who most likely had killed the people they were identifying was unnerving to say the least. She was scared out of her mind and just wanted this nightmare to be over with so that she could return to school and the safety of the United States.

"We tell the truth; we do not flinch." Michael Stires glanced at his student, his hands forming fists as the man leading the group stepped behind her. The bastard had been showing way too much interest in the pretty girl and he was worried that the guerrilla had alternative plans for her. She was being a trooper though if the haughty expression on her face was any indication.

"But what if the truth gets us killed," she asked, closing her eyes and clenching her jaw as the man behind her reached out to touch her hair.

"All the more reason for the truth to be known. Consigue tu maldito manos de encima." Stires glared at the man behind his student, but flinched as a gun was waved in his face.

"¡Cállate! El siguiente en hablar muere." The man moved just out from behind Temperance to get a better aim on her teacher. Just as he was about to take aim, he crumpled to the ground, most of his head blown off from a high caliber bullet. Temperance screamed and dropped to the ground, covering her head in case there was more gun fire.

For just one moment, the other soldiers were stunned and staring at their dead leader. In the next moment, men emerged from the surrounding jungle, rifles in hand and closing in on the group. Michael crouched down next to his student just as all hell broke loose. He pulled her closer to him as she began to sob and closed his eyes, praying they'd make it out alive.