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While Felix thought he was safe when the security team simply approached him, he was dead wrong. As they processed his credentials a camo-tarp was thrown off about 50 meters away from the poor Carter. It was a squad of special operations Vlhakians also known as Spec-Vlhaks. While the team's name didn't matter, the AT rocket that was just fired hit the truck and took out the two guards that went to pick up Felix Carter. They were now, corpsed for all intents and purposes. Now small arms fired down on him as he was faced with returning home safely, or becoming a corpse.

For Lancer he flew down onto the tarmac in his invisible chair, safe and sound for the most part. He landed down into CHAOS, everyone was running around doing something. There were medical teams tending to the wounded, the security forces dealing with the downed pilots and of course the fire department which dealt with Hammond and the base itself. Vlasko was simply fucked, but for those that survived they would see another day. 

The team that was there would be rallied into one of the classrooms for a briefing from Gravestone himself, the old man has appeared outside of his super AWACS plane to brief the group on simply what had happended in that hell flight. "I have good news." The old man croaked, holding onto his cane as he looked over those that were in attendance. "Jackson survived, the SAR teams got to him. He's in a medically induced coma though. Angel-6 was a spy for Vlhakian and took off during the fight, we don't know where he is now. Also where the fuck is Carter?"