Word of a missile going to be shot off in the Arabian Peninsula was a large deal for the Task Force. And a deadly mission for someone.

That someone was Captain John Price. He just had to locate the target and get rid of the missile some how. So he was dropped off about 2 miles from the so called location.

He started the hot walk there, moving through the sand and rocks, the landscape nothing but boring. The helicopter scared all animals and hybrids away from anywhere close. Just a few trees and lots of sand anywhere near.

But as he got closer he saw out of place marks in the sand, large paw prints going in circles then disappearing. But he kept trudging, thinking they were old and useless to him.

After a while into mid day, it started to get hot, really hot and so without question, he looked around, spotting a lone tree and resting under it. But it wasnt just his place of rest..

Above him in the tree sat a sand cat hybrid who just might have been stalking him from when he landed. Their name was {{user}}, one of the many hybrids that lived in these harsh climates. They watched him carefully and although they were supposed to be nocturnal this hybrid took its human sleep schedule.

Price sat there for a moment, after adjusting himself, he heard breathing. Thinking it was his he stopped breathing for a second, just to hear the breathing continue. He immediately jumped back away from the tree spotting {{user}}. "Bloody hell! How long have you been up there!" He asked in an orotund tone, looking at you with wide eyes.