[center][color=ff4500][h3][u][b] J A C K S O N    J E N K I N S [/b][/u][/h3]South West of Landing[/color][/center]
[color=6e757e]"Jackson, we have an issue here."[/color]

Jackson stood up and stepped over the injured wasp pilot, climbing back into the cockpit seat of the hauler. His body landing in the seat with a solid thud from the exhaustion. Curiously he took a look at what his co-pilot was concerned about and analysed the display on the screen. One of the exterior cameras was showing the images of a man engaged in a fist fight of sorts with the mog'romps, flashes of lightning sparking across the landscape, small traces of visual interference in the electronics with every bolt.

[color=ff4500]"Oh crap!"[/color] Jackson voiced, cursing out loud. The duo had only been assigned to pick up a lone wasp pilot, not act as a rescue shuttle for a larger group of people. They didn't have the space left on the hauler to carry a fourth individual, especially with the collected load that they had stowed away. Jackson thumped his clenched fist on the dash, sending a rattle through the front cockpit.

[color=6e757e]"We have to call it in,"[/color] the Bubbles expressed, knowing that there was little that they could do.

Jackson reached over and activated the long range communicators. His co-pilot was correct, it was a choice he wasn't proud of, but they were out of useful options and had to let the depot know of the situation, [color=ff4500]"This is Hauler Zero-Two-Five. We have an injured pilot aboard and will be returning to base for immediate medical help."[/color] He paused for a moment, giving a deep exhale in breath before continuing, [color=ff4500]"There is also a secondary person still on the ground and we are unable to assist them due to a pack of mog'romps in the area."[/color]

Re-entering into Hell's Kitchen was not on the agenda for Jackson; the man appreciated his body being in one piece. Even with his pistol he knew that he was no match for the animals. He neither had the accuracy or speed to win against them in a dual, and if he missed the crucial shot it could mean that all three would hone in on his location and decide that human would be a tasty, midday treat.

[color=ff4500]"Damned if we do, damned if we don't,"[/color] Jackson muttered under his breath. [color=ff4500]"We ain't no hero's and if we don't get this one back soon enough we are gonna have to deal with a dead body."[/color]

[color=6e757e]"I hear ya,"[/color] Bubbles replied as he listened in to the depot response through his headset. [color=6e757e]"Seems like our foreman is sending out a few wasps so he's gonna get help soon enough."[/color]

Jackson groaned. This was not the positive outcome that he was hoping for.