"Can you see anything yet, Commander?" "Negative, sir. The foliage is too thick up here; we may have to move our command post further east." Bolo Artel looked out from atop the ridge. It was true; nothing could be seen through the tangled mass of trees and plants and bushes blocking their path. Still, they knew it was there. Beyond the trees, in a massive clearing just out of sight, lay their target. "You alright to stay up here?" he asked Ballo, sliding off his perch on the top of the ridge. "Good. I'll send someone else up to relieve you in a couple of hours, then you get some rest." "Yes, sir."