Coletta looked up from his rifle.
There was nothing else he could do for his team from where he was now.
After spending so many years of hunting and training, a sort of radar had developed in his head.
The noises were very clear too: Danforth and Jorgenson had run off while Rambo was taking care of the soldier at the back of the line. Once he had however, he made a run for it too.
As for Ortega, Krakauer and the others, well, they’d disappeared and probably weren’t having any problems getting to the rally point.. That's what he hoped at least.
Good – he thought.
Really good.