This wasn't part of how things would play out in his head. He thought of landing, unhooking his chute, and getting in to the car of the Security team. He manages to do two of the three things of what he had to do, and all he had to do was get to the fucking car. Having been walking to the Security Jeep, his guard being down. He hadn't expected it to become a full on firefight, and why him of all people to be targeted by a slight-recognized of a camo-tarp. He watches the Jeep flip on it's side, the gas tank erupting in flames as the two guards were indeed corpsed. He proceeded as so, having unfolded the stock of his KAC PDW from his SERE kit within his pilot seat, his cover being behind the burning wreckage. He waited, listening to the moment of the small arms ceasing for that one second, and once doing so he began to sprint towards his home direction.



Fleeing towards more friendly-occupied territory, a shot manages to clip him on the fleshy end of his left thigh as his leg basically buckles under him and clearly makes him fall in to a semi-steep ditch of dirt. The small arms fire to him felt never ending. He proceeded to get his medical kit and finding that the bullet had gone in through and through, thus giving him the suggestion he just needed to tie it off and keep blood from flowing, right?



His head was swarming, his hearing becoming almost deafening as he was laying his back against the dirt. He grips his KAC PDW, and decides to peek this one time, sending a returning 5 round burst fire after just a minute of the firefight beginning. His burst was directed at the uncovered Vlhahks, but him firing at them sent a clear message. He wasn't dying or getting captured without a firefight of his own at the Vlhakian Special Forces. He semi-knew who they were, but it would take longer to know who it was he was fighting with.

Scott's reaction to the news about Carter was much like Jamie's. At her outburst, he slammed both hands against the briefing desk he was sitting behind and stood.
"What the fuck, spies first, and now Carter's missing as well? What the hell is going on here, and how the shit would we know where he is, he ejected. He didn't hitch-hike back on our planes. He could be out there walking back right now. Don't we have any SAR - which, by the way, if it is the case, makes me feel pretty not-confident about getting my ass up in the air again".
He frowned and shook his head. Things had been pretty hinky already, but were rapidly sliding down a crap-covered slope. Hopefully the air farce could turn itself around pretty quickly, as right now, things were less-than optimal.

The old man looked over the crew that assembled before him, he took a few deep breaths as he started to contemplate his next federal actions in this escapade. "Well, first thing is first we will have to get Felix back from the depths of the Vlasko woods. The SAR has been sent out already and should be back, if we hear anything you'll be the first to know. Once he's back we'll be picking a new Wing lead to replace the Major until he recovers. I have some candidates in mind but we'll discuss it once we know Felix is back safe." He looks to Scott who seems eager to jump in his nice fluffy bed in his room. "Unless another wave of Vlhaks come over head, we'll be on the ground until then. Right about this spy, he infiltrated the unit under a fake alias - eugh.. I don't have much details right now but he's involved with this attempt on Vlasko for sure. He's escaped for now, but we'll get him soon enough.

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Meanwhile - In The Vlasko Forest~

Bullet fly over poor Felix's head as he takes cover but as he applies first aid poorly, most likely to his small brain or high adrenaline the firing stops...? The spec ops team had withdrawn, it was all coming back to him some little specifics about it all. Spec ops teams were there for a reason and Felix wasn't a big fish to fry. He was just some cocky white knight after all. The woods grew quiet as the Vlhak-lice slithered away to their real objective.

Zarkev!

They were here to save his slimey ass from Antrean capture, of course Felix knew he was out numbered and gunned he could make it back to base and let everyone know what really was going on. That being said Felix isn't known for being a tactician either and when he gets shot at he likes to pick up a minigun and shoot back, if he was going to chase down this team he'd be remembered as a legend - but probably not one that lived to tell the tale.

A black cat walked infront of Felix and purred and rub it's face on his leg. It had collar and nametag on it too.

Felix had plans, he knew what he wanted to do because the Pilot he wanted dead isn't. He went to move a few steps before being stopped, the feeling of the cat rubbing itself along his leg made him halt as he looks down. He raises his right eyebrow as he went to slowly kneel down as his KAC PDW sets down at his feet. His hands went to carefully pick up the cat, his left arm sort'a cradling it with his arm being like a way to step on. His right hand gently gripped the collar to check it's name as his right thumb gently rubs along it's neck. After finding it's name, he just chuckles to himself quietly. He stands up as he holds the cat in his left arm, his right hand slinging the PDW weapon and thus he began to limp his way in the direction of the base. New friend in his arms, he tried to make haste but he didn't rush with the injured leg.

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Jamie looked at the back of Scott's head and then nodded. After a moment she threw her hands in the air, frustrated. "Whatever! Guess I'll wait then." She plopped herself back down in a seat, her arm splayed across the table as she leaned far back, almost parallel to the table, drumming her fingers impatiently.

"If another wave of Vlhakians are coming we're already fuckin' dead. I don't know how they got so damn close without anyone knowing. Did that have to do with all this Robins-is-a-spy bullshit? Jesus Christ, how the hell are we supposed to protect this country with this infrastructure supporting us?" She ranted uselessly.

"Well, shit. Atleast Jackson's alive." She slapped the table. "I just hope we can actually get our shit in gear enough to actually counter attack before next Christmas. Currently not very confident in that at all."

Scott twisted in his seat to listen to Jamie, and gestured at her in agreement and nodded.
"Can't say I agree with ya more; we got caught with our pants down, and seems like we lost 'em since and are all running around in our underpants". He folded his hands behind his hand and leant back in his chair, letting out a long exhale, nodding in agreement with Jamies' words and looking up at the ceiling.
"Ugh, Robins turned out to be a spy, Carter's MIA. Jackson's at least alive, and there's us two. If the Vlakhians sent a damn biplane to attack us right now it'd stand a chance of getting through." He tilted back forward, lacing his fingers together and laying them on the desk and giving a thoughtful, if tired look toward the older man at the head of the room. "Is there anything we can do to help find Felix? Help with the search, or anything else we can do to help anything else? I mean, we're gonna need crew rest soon anyway if we're supposed to stand alert, but still; I hate the idea of doing nothing. Especially when it's only the two of us!"