"Sir, incoming truck!" yelled Private Doyle from the top of the old castle. "Friendly or Bogie?" yelled Jack Taylor, snapping his AUG rifle into ready position and dropping into the cover of the small trench hole. "I can't tell, sir. One unarmored human, two armored, but without helmets." "You sure Doyle? Them human helmets are tiny." asked Monty. "Yessir, and the passenger is Paul." "Repeat that, boy." said Jack coldly. "Yessir, definatly him. Bloody traitor." "Monty, you think Paul's gone rogue on us?" "Whatever you say, old man. I..." "Sir, they just flashed the signal!" "I'll go with," said Dave.