The loud revving of the trucks engine rumbled through the vehicle as it drove across the moonlit desert like prairie, running over shrubs and small cacti. The crackle of the radio boomed as a man's voice came through. "The thermo's are picking up a signature about 100 yards south of your position, Spartan. My drones getting low on battery though, returning to base, you're on your own from here. Over." Jack's fingerless gloves hand reached for the radio and presses the button. "You've been a great help, Eagle Eye. I'll handle it. Over." Before returning it to the radio.

Jack jostled around as he drove, keeping an eye out over the horizon. There was no where for this border hopper to go, flatland and desert in all directions so he was confident this was going to be a quick catch and detain. His truck was well equipped. Many bright lights mounted along the grill and over the cab of the truck, an extended cab but the backseat was a cage. His truck bed was full of miscellaneous gear from nets, rope, tear gas and flashbang grenades, water and food rations, camping gear and much more. Preparedness was everything when stuck out on this long haul missions for days in the wilderness.

The computer screen on the dashboard had a map displayed and on it was a flashing dot on the screen for the target and a square to signify his truck and the square was just about ontop of the flashing dot. Slowing the truck until it came to a halt, Jack would climb out. His truck lit up the entire area around him but it was still difficult to see much with all the waist high shrubbery and cacti about. Jack adorned the appropriate attire, all black pants and shirt, black combat boots, along with a black hat that spelled out the words "Make America Great Again". He also had a utility belt on and ballistics vest that double as another utility compliment.

Jack was a tall, broad shouldered, well toned muscular white male with slight grey hair mixed in with brown hair, trimmed beard and goatee with a little white poking through in his facial hair. Reaching for his utility belt he'd grab a small set of infrared vision binoculars and begin scanning the surroundings. A slow smirk creased his lips as he noticed a heat signature that was trying lay flat about 100 feet out from his truck but he kept looking all around to see if this was the only one. Luckily for him, after scanning the entire region around him, there was nothing else that could be a potential threat.

Replacing the binoculars and then reaching for his rifle in his truck, he'd pull out his modified AR15 and begin slowly approaching the heat signature's position. As he got much closer, he lifted his gun and turned in the infrared scope and immediately saw the heat source and slowed as he was about 20feet away. "Alright, whoever you are, I have you in my sight of my rifle and aimed directly at you. Time for you to stand up and show yourself..." He'd give it a couple seconds before speaking again. "¿hablas inglés?"

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