Thread: Heros SarungaDeshawXbatman4560

It seemed at one point or another every country experienced revaluation and the small south American country of Earea was no different. A couple years ago the people started demanding democracy and freedom. Turned away by the ruling government they quickly turned to more gorilla like method of fighting. Like most things that started with noble intentions things quickly turned bad with more and more groups joined the group for their own needs. For the most part the fighting had gone unnoticed and under reported until things turned truly violent with a series of bombings. This was when it caught the attention of the world. This was when they hired her and another group of mercenaries to come in and help eliminate some of the resistance that was still hiding out in the jungles. For the most part their methods where shoot and ask questions later. Whole villages of families had been whipped out which brought several groups in to help the refuges of the ever increasing violent conflict. Little by little small groups of people started filtering into the refugee camps, some of the having escaped by some happen stance of chance. Others having brought their lives with things they wouldn't talk about but the shattered look in their eyes telling more of the story then most. Then there where a few who told that their lives where almost lost until a pale white hair woman sent them away with just enough to get them to the nearest camp. Slowly more and more started telling the same story. Shifting the rifle slightly Sarunga continued trudging along the thick undergrowth of the jungle feeling the almost oppressive heat of the jungle making her wish she was back state side. She would almost be willing to give up the small fortune she was going to make from this job to go back home to the cool forests outside her small home in Colorado. But there was money to be made here. For today it was checking if a newly spotted camp near the border was a rebel camp or an aid camp that had strayed into the combat zone a little to much. While she approached alone she knew at least three others where approaching from different directions. She taking the lead. Her long black trench coat hanging loosely on her form as she slowed her steps hearing the distance sound of people talking. Hunkering down lower she tried her best to keep in the shadows as she slowly started inching closer and closer. Her sweater clinging to her almost as bad as her pants. When she finally drew close enough to make out what was going on she wasn't surprised to see the red crosses on white tents showing it was indeed a refugee camp. Sinking down on her heels she watched the people that had been displaced by this war starting to regain some sense of stability in their shattered lives. She knew their orders, that no mater what this camp was it was to be destroyed. If it was her alone she would have passed it by reporting that there was nothing there. But the three she traveled with where blood thirsty and would want to kill everything that moved. Still she had a little before they caught up. Her dark blue eyes continued seeking out anything she could use to warn them about what was to come. Someone she could warn about what was to come. Reaching up her pale hand brushed through pure white locks she continued searching now almost desperately for someway to save these people. She had no problem killing combatants but unarmed civilians where another thing. worried thoughs flooded from her mind like waves.