"The diaper change can wait. And to the be honest, it doesn't feel half bad. Nice and warm."
With that, she began looking around for any kind of clue as to where she should head to next. She looked at the left path and saw nothing of any worth which would have her continue that way. However, when she looked at the right path, she noticed what looked like weather-faded foot prints.
"If I ever needed anything to help give me direction, foot prints are definitely the way to go."
She began to make her way down said path and began to notice a lot of indicators that this path was being used, frequently. She immediately put the visor down, on her helmet and began to used the thermal-vision setting on it to help her detect any incoming threats. Seeing as the background area was cooler than a person, any exposed or non-thermal-shield part of a person would be easily seen.
As she continued down the path, she heard what sounded like a stick breaking. She began frantically looking around.
"Who's out there?! Show yourself or I will kill you!"
A man in black armor jumped down from a tree and kicked Ashley's rifle out of her hands. She immediately began hand-to-hand combat with him. He was good, much better than mission reports would have suggested that the Mercs were capable of. The Merc kicked her in the stomach area, forcing her back about five feet, giving here the opportunity to pull out her pistol and shoot him, square in the head, killing him instantly.
When she stood back up, she noticed an immediate sharp pain in her stomach region, which lead her to believe...
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