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Keeran sighed and pointed forward, where the smoke was rising from. "[color=0076a3]Obviously we will be heading towards the smoke. Now like I said I don't care, you can [i]think[/i] we are equals but the reality is much different. Keep up and don't bother me.[/color]" Keeran started walking forward, towards what he assumed was the location of the crash. He knew the location of his gear on the ship, and that his shit would be intact. No way a small plane crash would break and of his stuff, he made sure whatever he used more than once was something of quality. It was a small bad habit of his, not wanting lower quality garbage if he was going to have to use something on a regular basis or really just depend on. As they walked Keeran pulled out his gun and examined it.

It was not a standard issue weapon, Keeran could recognize that. That sparked his curiosity more than anything. Normally Prison guards were issued a something light, like a handgun with regular bullets. They needed nothing higher caliber, prisoners never wore armor. So why did this guard carry a semi automatic plasma mark M112 hand gun. That was so above standard issue, it was not even funny. More than once Keeran thought he saw something move in the bushes around him or skulking behind trees but Keeran never made a move to find it or him or she.