No, she's discovered.

Tammy does her best to follow the strange Amazons carrying their living- and luscious- cargo to the ship.

Unfortunately, all of what made her not pass the Physical Tests are still a thing, so she trips on a stump at the wrong moment!

The strange figures stop and turn to look at her, laying on her stomach on the ground near a tree.

They still have the naked and **** FBI Agents on their shoulders.

One of them goes to pull out the blaster-looking thing they used on the Agents in tow.

"Wait- don't! I can...I can help you."

The Amazon is curious and breaks off to approach her instead.

With ease, she sets down her cargo- Jenni and Bayley- on the ground, their faces mere feet from Tammy's.

"You think that we need your help, little one?"
"I have information you want. You...clearly want the best ladies from here, don't you?"
The Amazon nods.
"I have access to all of the records here. I can help you easily identify everyone you're looking for.
We keep all of the stats on the ladies here. And, since I work for men, I had to put in their measurements.

To prove my point, Jenni here is a 36-20-30. Bayley is a 40-22-36. Am I right?"

The tall Amazon glances at her bound cargo for a moment, eyes them and then nods in response.

"What does this little one want in return?"