And another one.

The shift was about to start. Mika straiten his uniform, swept his profits from the poker game off the table, and with a sneering smile took a bow.
- I'll be available to take your money every day, ladies
It still was a fifteen minutes walk until the outpost. He checked the chamber of his side pistol for bullets, and fasted his steps.
The forest was old and dense and, although he was on a used route, the layers of leaves and mulch underneath his feet felt slippery after the tropical rain of the night before. From afar, a small column of smoke arisen towards the sky.
"Stupid imps. They must had caught a monkey and are now making a barbecue. They will give out our position.". The idea of a fresh cooked monkey actually comfort him. He lost track of time in the game and he could eat a bite but, he was sure that, if the captain saw the smoke, he would lose his ride privilege into town and wouldn't see Mortia, the sweetest Australian hooker in town. And how did he long for those two hours. Reaching the outpost, two soldiers sat on a stone, bended over the camp fire. Mika approached from behind, proud that the soldiers were not aware of his presence.
- Are you plain baboons or dumb ?!...
The soldiers didn't move an inch and Mika taped one of them on the shoulder to simply find him dead, as he fell on his back.
Alarmed he looked into his surrounding and started spotting several dead body's all around.
- So many bodies!
From way above, on the top of the hill, Francis hold his breath, adjusted the scope and took the shot.
Mika never saw it coming.
Francis fitted his ear bud, and balanced his shoulder as he listen to Queen's mp3's file of "Another One Bites the Dust".