Guarma

*The gang were in a gun fight with the Cuba army, while they were stranded on Guarma. They found a guy, who was African. Dutch looked around. The African guy was worried.* We need to get out of here! *Dutch shaked his head.* Now we're in trouble. *The African guy yelled.* Come on, come on! Everyone, follow me! Come, come, come... *Suddenly, a gunshot ripped through the back of Javier's knee, causing him to fall to the ground and grunt. Dutch looked back.* Javier?! Javier: Get outta here!