Roman watched as the seven or eight men pulling on the line staggered back and fell to the ground as the weight at the end of the line suddenly disappeared.
"He must have cut the line!" yelled Roman to the Major. "Where is your second squad?" Roman knew he wasn't in charge, knew that he had absolutely no authority in this situation, but he desperately wanted to get out of this place. He wanted to get his target and go back to the motherland. Thus, Roman took a few liberties in sidestepping the official chain of command.
Remembering the reward Roman had promised him, the Major barked out orders to an officer, who radioed down to the second squad. Roman heard their reply and his anxiety lifted slightly as they confirmed they had seen the target and were moving in to apprehend him. Oh, he was close, so close.