[i]Quickly, Wolfe cloaked himself, and teleported away from the men shooting at him. He was not going to harm these men. Knowing that a helo was en-route, Wolfe went to the safest place he could think of: Wilson. Appearing behind the Courier, Wolfe looked to Wilson and shouted. [/i] I got a helo tracking me. Kill the damn thing, I need to do something. [i]Wilson stared back confused.[/i] What the f*ck did you get into? Don't worry about it. [i]Wolfe began rapidly trying to think of a way to kill the tracker without cutting it out. The girl had lost too much blood already, and cutting it out would likely kill her. Laying her down gently in the grass, he began wrapping her leg and her head. Once that had been done, he took a final EMP grenade from his belt, and primed it after setting it some twenty feet back from the girl, he himself backing away. Hopefully, the detonation of the EMP would fry the tracker, and then he could worry about moving her to a medical facility.[/i]