Goner shook his head to himself, knowing there was time to get the items from the plane later. He was gave for the jog, despite the pack, though he knew he’d be winded by the end of it. If he’d known he be in this type of shit, we would have packed better<em>’That’s what I get for being a good Samaritan’</em>he though as he jogged behind the group, fine with bringing up the rear, such as it were.