Before the gunfire rang out, muffled curses echoed across the tarmac as Nathan slid into the expanding sinkhole. Fortunately, he was near the edge, so the aircraft on the pavement didn't, you know, mush him. His GAOs skidded downward alongside him, though they did so with significantly more poise than the pilot. Flying? Yes. Falling? Not so much. He banged into a few parts as he tumbled, and one of them tore a nasty gash in his arm. "You've got to be f***ing kidding me. . ." he grumbled as he regained his footing near the bottom. Nathan nearly fell over again as he heard assault fire come from somewhere out of the hole, along with the unsettling sound of it tearing into someone. There's a reason I was a pilot and not a Marine. I didn't sign up for this shit! Regardless, it was his duty to fight, and fight he would. "Come on, guys. Follow right behind me. Did any of you see where Crusader went?" He asked the GAOs the question as he picked his way to the rim of the crater, clutching his wounded arm.
((you kinda skipped me))