Archer was able to deftly fall to the tarmac and land gracefully. As she dashed toward the darkness beyond the lighted runway, her profile appeared larger than was ideal, presenting a target for a brief moment before she vanished into the inky darkness.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Archer was running from the plane, the group began shooting, none of them able to discern anything about who, or what, they were shooting at, though apparently, their efforts were successful, as when the return fire came a moment later, Archer was not its target.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mordechai's success in using his necromantic power presented terrible visions. The plane, the world, seemed to be a rapidly decaying ruin. Alvaro appeared just as he always had, no different, though at times parts of him would disappear, wounds and bullet-holes appearing and disappearing, seemingly at random. Alexandrea appeared like a corpse marionette, a spirit of her younger, human, self murdered, pulling the fine strings. Hareeth appeared to be a corpse, half decomposed, bones showing through in places. Wagner stood out, however, appearing to be half mist, his body becoming solid, at times, and at others, so incorporeal as to be a bit of mist inhabiting his clothing.<br/><br/>Faintly, some distance away, Mordechai could make out, beyond the light, a single dark aura.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Return fire shredded the side of the plane, some bullets zipping through the windows, and other pinging around in the fuselage of the aircraft. One or two, obviously high-caliber rounds, made it into the cabin, though they mercifully missed everyone.<br/><br/>"Cease-fire!" said Wagner, ejecting his own empty clip and reloading.<br/><br/>Each of them had three clips, two remaining, save for Archer.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Archer made her way into the darkness, her eyes adjusted to the lower light, and suddenly the world seemed much clearer. Just beyond the runway were the trees, cut back only a few feet. Just inside the trees, beside the runway, was the tower, its lights still shining on the plane. It was clear that the control tower door had been opened, its industrial lock broken open. Inside, the lights were on, shining a streak out into the night. From where Archer was, it was clear from the look of the plane, that whoever was shooting at them were on the opposite side of the tower. In fact, it was obvious then, that if they hadn't shot the tires on the front landing gear, that they might well have succeeded in gunning down the team as they exited the plane.