Face rubbed his shoulder a little as he slung yet another bag over it. Heavily laden he trudged away from the ruined aircraft to where they were clustered. B.A.'s cheerful voice could be heard as Face moved closer. His own ears perked up curious himself. Hannibal chewed on the end of her cigar then pointed with said cigar.

"[color=808000]About ten or twenty miles that was is a small town named Elelem. Once we get there we should be able to secure some transport to get us closer to out actual destination of Ndjole.[/color]" Hannibal plopped the cigar back in her mouth and frowned. "[color=808000]Does anyone have a light?[/color]"

"[color=B6B6B4]Those thing'll kill you.[/color]" Face said finally close enough to the group. He dropped one of the duffles on the ground, fished out his lighter which he kept for this very purpose and tossed it to his ex-XO. "[color=B6B6B4]It's my only one. You lose it you're out of luck.[/color]" Which was a complete and total lie but Hannibal didn't need to know what. 

With her cigar lit and in her mouth she just grunted at Face's remark than turned back to B.A. "[color=808000]Well, get moving. Daylight's a wasting and we've got a long ways ahead of us.[/color]"

Face removed the other duffle with a sigh. "[color=B6B6B4]Do we really have to lug all this stuff twenty miles?[/color]" 

Hannibal just ignored Face instead opting to look out the dense jungle surrounding them. Face could practically read Hannibal's mind. The foliage would serve as great camouflage to the plane. But he wasn't stupid. If he brought it up it'd be his job to gather tree branches and fend off snakes. No sir. He was just going to keep his moth shut.