He positioned himself behind a thick tree, and pondered his next step. Flying alone, at night, in a strange craft - that bespoke a 'spy', to him. Which meant there was a potential time limit at play. Good, it was an advantage he could play to.

"Come out!" he called, then shifted position, lower and away from the tree. Once he was behind a thick felled branch before uttering his next phrase. In the night, it might pass for throwing his voice. Sometimes, overestimation was as useful as underestimation.

"These are familiar forests for my pilots! The soldiers saw me landing - they will be coming. Surrender to me, I can guarantee you will not face the firing squad. The soldiers will not be so kind!"

And, just in case, he quickly rolled - never trust a man with a gun in the darkness.