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"That should work. We will have find a way to figure out where the ambassador is kept." He crossed his arms, looking up just in time to see a crow...
He sat down onto a log, leaning back. "We should probably come up with a plan for what we're going to do once we arrive at the base."
"You don't seem like fan of those. Besides, I ate before we left, and I brought some of my own." He shuffled through his bag a moment, then closed...
"A few hours at best. That helicopter was one of the fastest in the units." He guessed, doing math in his head.
After a moment, he came back with an armful of sticks. He unceremoniously dropped them onto the pit, before using one of his concealed weapons to...
He looked at the sky, then began walking away, whistling a tune. He had gone to gather sticks.
Francis nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I suppose this will do. Good work."
He followed, quiet. Searching the area, he kicked off any snow that may get on him.
"No, no. You're right. Care to find a place?" He motioned towards the wilderness.
"I suppose you're right, but it is imperative we depart early in the morning." He brushed off his clothes, frowning.
"Hm. Yes. Anyways," he looked at his watch, "we should be heading East currently."
He shrugged away the parachute, and swiftly swung down onto the ground. "Just fine. Unfortunate happenings. Hopefully you managed to grab your...
Francis wasn't so lucky. While he was cursing out his misfortune, he managed to get caught in a tree. There was rustling for a moment. A faint...
Francis looked back, sighing. "Damnit all. Why here out of all places?" They were at the tops of tall pines trees at this point.
He looked in her direction, eyebrows furrowing in amusement. Once they got closer to the ground, he signaled for her to pull the string, doing it...
"As I'll ever be." He said, before leaping out. He had maybe done this once or twice before, but never in a place like this.
He huffed, a grim look on his face. He managed to clamber over to the door with a sense of urgency, and flung it open, snow rushing in. "What a...
Francis went back to his seat, grabbing his bag. "You might want to hold onto something." He held tight to a handle on the ceiling.
He set the device beside him, scooting over to look into the cockpit. He said nothing, just seemed confused.
He glanced outside for a moment, before turning back with a sigh. He disliked snowy places.
