Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-25828117-20170508012148

Will however couldn't stay here.

He saw the flames reach higher and higher. Maybe the goons hadn't realised it yet, but this thing wasn't going to land. Not safely anyways. He had to get off and fast.

As he got shot at and quickly pulled back into cover behind another metal strut he noticed the nose his his jet sticking out from the flames below as desperate BoS personnel was trying to extinguish the flames, it became apparent to him that the missiles underneath the wings were still in tact.

This was it. His jet lay inside the belly of the beast so if all those rockets went off at once. He'd blow the whole joint in one fell swoop rather than with sustained missile fire from outside.

As he got surrounded he called Deborah on the comms.

"Deb? You still there?" Will was unaware that Tyrus had gone after him.

The former spy started running across the struts now, keeping his balance like a true martial artist. He could hear bullets whiz past. As he made for a metal ladder in an open cylinder structure.