A strange sensation he's being watched overcomes David. Whipping his head around, a wave of panic engulfs him as he realizes 7 people, dressed in black, are rapidly approaching. Wasting no time, Dave begins to run away from the agents, his mind racing with apprehension.

Damn! They can't be more than 300 feet behind me. They're all in black outfits. Must be some kind of special forces. I hope they don't start shooting! There's definitely no place to hide. No trees to duck behind. I probably should've been hiding in the woods somewhere. It's too late for that! I'm gonna have to get this Kivon thing to work. I've gotta concentrate on moving faster!

As Dave desperately tries increasing his speed, with no success, the Shadow Ops remain a few hundred feet behind him. Even though they're in tremendous shape, Dave's an excellent athlete that's in great shape himself, and they're really not gaining on him very much, if at all.

AAAHH! This device doesn't seem to be doing anything! I thought this thing's supposed to be really powerful! They might as well not even bother chasing me. What a bunch of hype! I can't believe I'm gonna get killed over something that seems totally useless! Still, I have to keep trying to move quicker!

As Dave continues his futile attempts to use the Kivon to speed his forward progress, Train's shouting orders at his troops to fire a few tranquilizer darts at the completely unskilled Arn.

We've got to subdue him! We have to knock him out with a dart! At any moment, that Kivon could kick in and kill us all! It's unfortunate, we couldn't take him by surprise, but that's irrelevant now! Fire one dart at a time! We can't risk killing him!

As it's proving difficult to run in the sand and aim, one of the soldiers fires a dart, missing Dave by a few inches. Seeing something whip past himself, he becomes terrified. Compounding his fear, it's becoming clear to David there are a few agents a half-mile in front of his position. They're running toward him and cutting off any possible means of escape he could've had.

How am I supposed to concentrate with all this stuff going on? I'm done for! Unless I can get this Kivon to work, I might as well pack it in. I've run out of options!

About this time, Dave lets out a painful scream as a dart penetrates his back, hitting him between the shoulder blades. Continuing to run for a few seconds, he begins to lose his balance, collapsing in the sand with a horrified look in his eyes. The Shadow Ops quickly arrive beside David's listless body as he lies face down on the ground.