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.
