Exodus Part 2 - The Gathering

Small campfires and cigarettes lit the darkness early in the morn as Hawk stood up atop the technical. He was greatly past his prime. He shifted about with a certain stiffness as he ran his fingers through his gray hair.
"People! The poverty and opression under the High Commander of Sumadia are a thing of the past! You before me have answered our call and therefore shall be liberated! We will protect you until you find a suitable place to call home. If you need help, talk to any of the Silver Flame members. We will move out one half hour from now to meet up with Silver Flames and more refugees like yourselves." Chopper blades ripped through the morning air. Hawk gazed at the horizon. Shapes in the distace grew larger and more distict with every passing second.
"Shit! Silver Flame, get the camo nets up! Put out the fires!" Just as the last Flame dived under a net, two Commanches roared overhead.

In the sky, a copter pilot shifted his head back and forth.
"Bird's Nest, this is Falcon 1, no sight of the bogies. Requesting permission to return to base."
"Falcon 1, Bird's Nest. Permission granted." When the sound of choppers disappeared, the convoy rolled again. It was near noon when the caravan entered a large camp. Men in camo walked about and stockpiled food and weapons were piled near vehicles. Hawk once again stood upon the pickup.
"Welcome to the Silver Flame refugee camp. Help yourselves to our buffet in the tent there. Barracks are that way. Take any bed not occupied. We'll call a meeting later on to inform you of our situation. In the meanwhile, rest up and get some food in you." Glenn walked to the edge of the camp and crouched behind a shrub. He pulled a radio from his bag.
"HQ, the weasel is in the hen house."
"Roger that. Calculating coordinates now. HQ out."