Dylan Sommers
It's a miracle that the plane's dive turbulence didn't wake up Dylan. But the crash flunged him to the other side of the room, strucking his head on the steel wall, which woke him up. He opened his eyes to see that the room was a bit dark. He looked around his body to check for any considerable injury, but none to be seen. Apart from his banged up arm from earlier, his head hurt like hell. His vision was blurry and he could smell burning metal.
"Ugh... my head." He whispered as he touched his forehead. His gloved right hand had a smudge of blood from the forehead. He scoffed at the sight of his own blood, "That's nothing." He slowly rose from his prone position and touched his holsters to see if all of his weapons were still there. He looked around the War Room, trying to make sense of what has just happened. "Ship crashed. Where's the p-- Ughhh..." Dylan stumbled, almost collapsing on the floor. He placed his hand on the wall, gasping, waiting for his vision to unblur. He could clearly hear the Lieutenant's voice asking if everyone was ok.
"Yeah, yeah! Sure." Dylan made a finger gun gesture with a wrist flick to express his wellness.
As he got inside the cargo room, his vision got clearer. The bay was all a mess; broken crates scattered all over the room, a part of the ventilation shaft somehow detached and fell on top of a crate. Dylan couldn't help it but chuckle and talk to himself. "If I hadn't exposed Simon, he'd still be up in that vent... lucky son of a gun."
As he was nearing the exit, the first thing he could see was a bunch of trees outside. He felt relieved he finally left the ship. It felt more like a week inside it rather than several hours. Some of his teammates were already outside. "Venezuela?" he said to himself. While inspecting his surroundings, he noticed some smoke coming from the other side of the ship. He ran around it and saw that the pilot's cabin was destroyed and up in flames. "Fuuuuck..." Dylan whispered, trying to figure out what could've caused it. He hurriedly walked back to where the rest of the team was gathered.
OTR: This is the gesture Dylan made http://goo.gl/6NxxR8 Also, it's good to see you back, Wright.
