He grunted as he rolled behind the cover of the log, listening to the sound of the bullet snapping into the a nearby tree trunk. His intent has been to get in and get out after rescuing a few hostages, though after helping the hostages out he had gotten caught up and held back by you and your sharpshooting. It had been a couple hours at this point and the sun was setting, casting a nasty glare that helped shield him from your view. He took a heavy inhale and slipped a tranquilizer dart into his side piece before peaking around the corner for a split second, firing and hearing you swear after the tranquilizer found home in your neck.

You whined quietly before slumping over and he sighed in relief and began making his way to search for your unconscious body. He looked you over a few times and hummed in thought as his mind called back to his encounter with The End and your seeming ability of photosynthesis made him think that you had to be related to that man somehow. Though he took the sniper rifle from your hands and slung it over his shoulder as he scooped you into his arms and called for an extraction again. He tied your hands behind your back and zipped a belt tightly around your wrists and ankles. A few hours and repeated tranquilizer shots later you were restrained on a medical bed with a number of devices hooked up to you

"You're almost as good as your old man." He stated from his spot in a chair, a magazine held in his hands as he flipped through it absentmindedly. His gaze flicking back to you every now and then as he watched you try and get your bearings, though he imagined the almost constant small dose of tranquilizer they had going into your system was making it difficult