Utem was about to jump when he say Derrick stap ahead of him, he barely avoided to crash against him, but hitted the edge of the hatch instead,  bouncing against it and falling. The extra weight on both his back and chest made him spinning wildly, as he cursed loudly, hearing the click that signaled his com device had been either damaged or disconnected.<br/><br/>Spinning madly, he thanked for the 'leisure' training in the gyroscope, as he tried to control himself, fighting against the wind and time. After some struggle, he managed to steady himself, glancing fast at his altitude marker. He had a few seconds to find Hackett's signal, unluckily it was nowhere to be seen. He cursed again and deployed his chute at the marker. That was the only thing of this jumps that he hated. The adrenaline, the feeling of the wind as he sped to the ground, the sensation he got from freefall, he found some enjoyment in all of them. But the lurch when the chute opened at that speed...he would never get used to it.<br/><br/>He looked around carefully, he had already activated the night vision before jumping, so he was searching for any source of light. Finally, he spotted Hackett's beacon and did his best to get as close as he could before he fell amongst a bunch of trees. Once he was sure the branches wouldn't brake, Utem cut the strings on one side, holding to the other. A few swings were enough to hear the fabric rip as he fell to the ground, fast but in a controoled fashion.<br/><br/>His legs hit the ground and he rolled forward, careful not to stab himself. Once the strings of the other side were trough, he got up and checked his gear. The knife went back to the pocket on his arm and was replaced with one of the guns that was safely strapped to the side of the backpack on his chest. The com was busted, he would have to check it later, in the meantime, the DZ was a some miles away and he had a walk in the night ahead of him.<br/><br/><em>'milk chocolates still exist'</em><br/>He overheard Hackett's voice and grinned relieved, his helmet was dangling behind him, fastened to the bagpack. "Sorry for the delay, Dixon thought it would be smart to jump before I did and a series of unfortunate events took place, my com is busted and my chute is useless." He raised his gun at Dixon and stared at him. "Put your personal interests over the safety of the rest of us again and I'll list you as a unnecessary liability." His voice was flat and clear, he wasn't going to make a fuss about it, at least not now. He dropped his bags next to the rest and took out a box from the tools, sitting down to try and fix the busted gear.