[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]
The hanger bay doors dropped open as Jackson's hauler came barrelling into the landing zone, a scream of reverse thrust before the vehicle dropped onto the steel surface. The engines were still spinning when Jackson jumped up from his seat and rushed over to the rear tailgate, slamming his hand on the activation panel with a heavy slap. As the gates were slowly opening he could see a medical team already on their way, hover-stretcher inbound.

[color=ff4500]"It's not looking good!"[/color] he yelled out, just as the gate touched down on the landing pad, [color=ff4500]"He's been coughng up lumps of blood the whole way here."[/color]

The team swooped inside and carefully scooped up the man, placing him on the stretcher. One of the medical staff members noticed an excessive amount of blood coagulating around his forearm and pulled out a set of scissors, slashing into the fabric.

[color=6e757e]"He's been bitten!"[/color] They announced, seeing the series of indented teeth marks carved into the skin. [color=6e757e]"The marks don't seem familiar but from the looks of it he has been injected with a poison."[/color]

The medical team didn't have much time and stormed out of the hauler, yelling commands at each other as they left both JJ and Bubbles on their own. Bubbles walked up next to JJ, placing his hand on his mate's shoulder. [color=6e757e]"There's not too much we can do at the moment. I'll clean up the mess, you go take a breather."[/color]

Jackson sighed as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out oh his pocket, lighting one up in his mouth. He didn't have a huge supply but managed to sneak a few into his personal storage box upon the Noah II. [color=ff4500]"Thanks bud,"[/color] he replied, feeling drained of energy, [color=ff4500]"Are you sure you don't need a hand?"[/color]

The co-pilot laughed, [color=6e757e]"Really, I just have to stick a mop in my mouth and this mess will be as good as gone."[/color]

Jackson laughed, the thought of the man trying to ingest a cleaning utensil was a sight worth seeing, but he knew that the man meant well. He turned away from his vehicle, giving a subtle way goodbye, and set out into the hangers. He had to report back to the foreman and inform him of what had happened; the dangers that he encountered and the man that he happened to stumble upon. Every piece of information was important, especially with Mr Quan breathing down their necks every 5 minutes.