Oscar followed back to the wreckage. For a moment, he shamefully allowed his eyes to fall to gaze at Athena's butt as it rose and fell with her strides as she effortlessly dragged dear Mr. Escobar, who was either very traumatized by his encounter with Rachel, or very unconscious. Oscar tore his eyes away from her body and strode past her, climbing up in to the airplane. He knew what was coming next... They hadn't walked into the drug runner's trap, which meant that whoever was organizing the ambush would be getting pretty antsy by now, if they weren't already coming to investigate the gunshots. Oscar didn't feel totally comfortable running up against an armed mob with nothing but his fists... As competent as they were, Oscar felt more comfortable with a gun in his hands.<br/><br/>He had his own pistol, still secured tightly in the holster he owned and stowed away in his bag. He snapped it on his belt, but didn't think that would be enough firepower. He knew that Welles liked to tow around more gear, just in case the Freedom Force ever needed it... So he began to search the plane, not entirely confident he knew where everything was supposed to be, looking for guns, ammunition, anything.