Kowalski looked up. "Who was that?"
Doris listened. "I don't hear anything."
Kowalski held up a hand, signaling her to be quiet. He listened intently.
He heard the scream again, then two gunshots.
"I heard it that time," Doris said.
"Who was it?" Kowalski asked again. Then he realized. "Hans," he said.
"Should we go see if he's alright?" Doris asked.
Kowalski shook his head. "He's Skipper's enemy."
"So?"
"So he's my enemy too."

Hans watched Skipper disappear into the jungle. "Can we not be friends, Skipper?" he whispered.
He heard someone crash into the small clearing in which he stood. He spun to see who it was.
A young woman stood there. Hans cried out, thinking she was going to hurt him. Then he realized who it was.
He walked over and touched her neck. "I thought I would never see toi again," he whispered.
She looked at him, then wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "I missed toi horribly," she whispered. "I thought toi were dead."
Hans stroked her hair.
A middle aged man burst out of the bushes, holding up a gun. Hans cried out again.
The man turned to the woman and shot her in the head, then put a bullet through Hans' stomach. They both collapsed.
The man ran back into the jungle.
Hans scooted over to the woman. He held her close.
"It's okay. toi have her," the woman rasped. Blood was gushing from her head. "Now toi don't have to choose."
Hans shook his head. "I got shot too, Lyla."
Lyla didn't answer.
Hans shook her. Lyla didn't move.
"Lyla! Lyla, no! Don't leave me! LYLA!"
Lyla didn't move.
Hans sobbed.

Skipper crashed through the underbrush after Kowalski, Private right behind him. He heard Hans cry out twice, two gunshots, and then Hans wailing and sobbing.
He turned to go back, to make sure Hans was okay. He didn't want Hans to die, and he didn't truly hate him.
A middle aged man ran out from behind a tree. He held up a gun, pointed it at Private, and pulled the trigger.
Skipper didn't hesitate. He threw himself into the path of the bullet.
It buried itself in his abdomen.