Ocelot patrolled the deep forest not far from the base carefully, sunshine peeking through the leaves of the trees and casting shady shadows. It was peaceful, the birds chirping occasionally and the rustling of leaves near by from small animals. The figure standing behind the tree however, was definitely not part of his usual routine. With an unforgiving glare unwavering at the intruding figure behind the tree he pulled out his revolver, aiming it at the suspicious being