*calls chopper* *flies back* "Someone's in trouble down there! Help them out."
PILOT: "Sorry sir. We have to get back."
ME: "It looks like Sydney. Well. I must be going now." *jumps out*
*doesn't realize it's sarcasm* "Not really. You see we're behind enemy lines. Therefor it's going to be a struggle to survive. Pilot, where are we right now?"
PILOT: "Over West Germany."
???: "Hello comrades. I see your in base camp 3. We're sending a squad to come capture you right now. Ta ta."
ME: "Damn. They know we're here." *runs out into woods* "Hide!"