Carl hung on to the wing of the Apache, getting used to the ride, right up until the thing lurched. He looked down to see they were coming down. He grabbed his karabiner and as that last meter or so was reached he dropped and landed with a thump. His LMG is instantly up in hand, and he scanning the area, not seeing anyone he straightened up. As they started moving off he gave a wave to the pilot of the Apache as it pulled up and away, "Man that pilot has huge balls." He caught up to Ross and moved along beside him. As they came out in the small clearing he spotted the vehicle. He blinked, "Wow...look at this thing it's incredible." He slipped into the small building abit and rattled the thing, "Geezus how'd they do this? It's beautiful." He looked it over carefully, tugging at the sides, and looking the  whole construct over.

Carl nodded as they began to push the thing out, "Holy shit...they really made the flying devil into one hell of a flying bastard. Look at it." Carl tossed his LMG into the back seat then grabbed the parasail, unbolting it from where it's held in place, then slowly and carefully unwinding it out behind them. He smoothed it out then ran forward to make sure the lines weren't tangled. He then went over, pulled the lines tight briefly then held the chute up above his head as best he can. "Ready over here Cap. This is going to be so fucking cool!"

The engine kicked then roared, the chute billowing, catching the draft off the fan. Carl held on for abit, stepping forward as the new Devil began to push forward. He briefly got lift with the chute as it caught and began to rise. He let go, hit the ground then ran as fast as he could, grabbing one of the side bars of the Devil. And hauling himself in. He climbed over Ross, and up into the rear seat. He strapped in as the Devil gained more speed. He grinned broadly and held on, "Whooooooo yeah! Here we go, into the wild blue yonder once again." Carl pulled the Mk19 over and into place, grabbing one of the ammo hoppers off the floor, pulling it up one handed and into the holding rig. He threw the thing open, and loaded the weapon, giving the loading handle a few quick pulls to full load it. Getting a round in the chamber and prepared to fire. He reached forward and patted Ross on the top of the helmet hard enough for him to feel it, and calling through the radio, "We're good up here. This thing came fully equipped. Remind me to thank Merlin personally for this. He gives us some of the best toys, but some of the shittiest vacation spots."