Back in the woods, Michael VOs, "When on the run, subtle things like broken branches, flattened grass, and disturbed ground can give you away to an expert tracker." Michael is going out of his way to create these very clues as he goes. It's almost as though he doesn't want to lose their pursuers. "An inexperienced tracker may require a more obvious trail," he adds, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over a branch. Angrily, Beck asks what he's doing. Michael explains, "We need to lead them deeper in. Turn their strengths to weaknesses." Beck doesn't know Michael or the way he thinks well enough to trust him on that, so Michael explains: "Their bulletproof vests will get hotter, their guns will get heavy. We've got to get them farther away from their supplies." I would have thought that it would be more important to get them farther away from their quarry, but I'm just an amateur. Beck's with me, plus he wants no more part of being in this swamp. "I say we make our stand right here!" "Can we make the stand over there?" Michael asks, pointing to a tangled stand of trees. Fine with Beck. Aw, they're learning how to compromise.

They hide there and watch as the men come into view at a distance. "Still think you can take them?" Michael murmurs. "There's five of them." Popping the clip on his gun, Beck confidently says, "I've got five rounds." "You have a hundred percent kill rate with a handgun?" Michael asks doubtfully. Unlike Michael, who has a zero-percent kill rate, because he's more interested in shooting near people. Beck blusters, and Michael warns, "You fire, they'll get our position. They'll flank us and hunt us down. We have to separate them. Gotta lead them just a little father in." "And then we strike?" Beck asks impatiently. Michael agrees. They're getting along better and better.