"Oscar's right, we better get our asses in gear." Athena said as she dragged the man behind her, adding under her breath as she limped slightly, knowing it was still going to take her a day or two to be fully healed, "Can't believe the fucker shot me twice...must be getting sloppy with this regeneration..."<br/><br/>She pushed the man face down by the fuselage, not caring or even really noticing if he was even concious. Rachel ripped one of the sleeves from his shirt and began to bind his wrists, none to gently, behind his back. "Grab your gear while I take care of this guy, people. JD, bring yours down here too; we're taking them with us, at least for now. We should question them as soon as we can, then dump them." she let the last hang, emphasizing it with an extra hard yank on the makeshift restraint on the man pinned underneath her. She wouldn't execute them out of hand, but they didn't know that, and it couldn't hurt to start motivating them to cooperate now.<br/><br/>As soon as she had him secured, Rachel headed into the plane to get her own gear, weapons, spare uniform, even her superhero outfit; the latter she really didn't want a bunch of drug lords finding. Rachel hadn't slept through all the PR seminars she'd had to attend the last couple of years.<br/><br/>"Don't forget to grab and weapons, survival and first aid kits we can. As much as we can carry."