Kalinda stayed on her feet as the ship began to go down, and then she was moving, running, to find a computer, anything that could tell her what had happened, hearing that the hills had been comprimised and one of the engines was down. "That isn't good" she said, as Hannah joined her

"There are soldiers that aren't ours" Hannah said. Kalinda grinned, "shall we have some fun?" She asked, already moving through the plane, but by the time they got there, they were gone, and Connor appeared stricken. 

"Where's Micky?" But she had already figured out what had happened as the ship was no longer unbalanced, no longer falling. "He went to be a hero" she sighed, "I'll go find him then. Keep guards, or whatever at entrances and ways in, I have my communicator" 

She grabbed a fresh jet pack, and shrugged it on, and leaped into the sky. She aimed herself downward "Micky?" She called over the communicator "you better not be dead, tin man. I think your father might just murder me if you are and I love living" 

She aimed herself downwards towards the ground when she couldn't see him in the air. She herself was stricken, wondering if even in the suit he could survive such a fall. "Micky!"

Hannah stood at the edge, an arrow knocked, watching, looking about, wary. Tory was in the command centre, working on the computers, trying to track, but not doing too well.