Oscar began rooting around inside the plane. Freedom Force traveled with it's own armory, he was aware, but they had never had to crack out the firepower before, so he wasn't even sure where it was stowed. Looking around the rear of the plane, he came across a section where the floor was ripped apart. He grabbed the lip of a wrent and pulled it wider, gazing down into the cargo hold of the plane. There were several crates, and from their markings Oscar could tell that there were handguns, heavier firearms, and an assortment of other goodies down there, maybe even some explosives.<br/><br/>Janet stood outside the plane, watching Athena truss up her catch. She sighed, and looked about to say something when she suddenly winced. Just like that, Janet was gone and Dr. Jane Wilson was back.<br/><br/>Jane blinked, looking around, and her eyes grew large at the wrecked plane. "Oh my God! That must have been some landing," she said, looking at Athena with a happy smile. "Rachel! Is everyone okay?"<br/><br/>She took a few steps toward Athena before she realized there was a man on the ground, tied up, with a bloody face. That stopped Jane in her tracks, her smile melting. She looked at Athena, her expression questioning.