(I imagine cogs will have to roll this, but here goes nothin.)<br/><br/>Oscar is silent through the whole hike, contemplative about not only their current mission, but also of his life, and more importantly, his condition. Risking his neck in this jungle better be earning him a lot of points with SHIELD and the rest of Washington in general. He scratched self-consciously at his chest, feeling the thick, bark like growths. One of their estimates, that Dr. Wilson and her colleagues had given him was that he would be completely immobile in 300 years... And considering that his lifespan was estimated well into the six digit range...<br/><br/>Oscar's worries of the future were shaken apart by a more present danger; the earth began to tremor again, quickly escalating into violent shakes, sending the members of freedom force pitching across the ground. Oscar fought to keep his balance, clutching to a tree like it was a lover, but he felt the tree itself being shaken from it's roots. A decent sized rift opened up in the ground, as if the earth was trying to swallow them up... And Voltaje lost her balance, beginning to slide towards the imagined terrestrial teeth. She unwound the sash that graced her hips and tossed it out towards them, begging for one of them to catch.<br/><br/>In a selfless act, mindless of the bulky pack on his back and forgetting his gun that he had discarded to the vibrating ground, Oscar dived at the latin superwoman, trying to scoop up her hand, or at least the garment she had tossed out like fishing line.