He walked through the hallway of an abandoned building, listening to the pulsating drone of cicadas, his breath, and his footsteps as he walked down the hallway. He was with MacGyver but made it to exfil way earlier than he did because he was busy distracting some of the rebels trying to stop him from leaving. Not that he minded, he missed the laughter and how he told him his jokes weren't funny but he still heard him exhale slightly enough to let him know it was funny.

He stepped around a corner, jumping a bit as a figure in the halls. He turned back, stopping behind the wall. When he looked back around, he noticed that the figure was gone. Quick for a grown man.

He stepped out, aiming his gun down the hallway until he saw a human figure with a childish face, and a rather slim body pointing an assault rifle at him. How fun was that?

"Hey.. kiddo, I'm not gonna hurt ya. Put the gun down..." He calmly spoke, but in reality, he was a little scared. Kids growing up in an environment like this weren't always merciful. But if the kid shot at him it would attract the attention of rebels and get them both into trouble. So he'll try and talk his way out of this. Works all the time, eh?