Derrick jumped out shortly after Ashleigh did, they were fools if they believed for a second he was taking orders from anyone or following any sort of protocol. What was at one point in his life exhilarating was now just a fairly mundane way to kill one's self. If for whatever reason the parachute failed or he deployed too late, he'd wind up as road kill. Or impaled on a tree somewhere. Maybe even a dropped meal sort of like what the United States did for Berlin. Impending death however wasn't on Derrick's mind, that mattered little. Instead, he found himself weighing out in his head which woman he was more attracted to. Ashleigh or Hackett.<br/><br/>Both were extremely attractive women, and they had done an excellent job on keeping themselves looking presentable given the state of the world. On one hand Ashleigh was utterly adorable, more easy to be around and far more endearing. However Hackett had that badass thing going for her, and had an excellent shape. Derrick even wondered to himself if he would be able to hook up with both of them.<br/><br/>Derrick came spiraling down towards the earth, without a worry in the world. His reaction time and perception were second to none, despite his inappropriate train of thought he was more than aware of his progress downwards. Facing the ground as the Landing Zone started to come into view. Once he got close enough, Derrick pulled the chord and was pulled back hard as the parachute deployed. Grabbing hold, he shifted his weight so he could hopefully land at a spot of his choosing.<br/><br/>Upon landing, Derrick quickly hit the button and flung the pack off of his back. Listening intently for a moment, he heard no movements. The infected weren't really known for being stealthy hunters, so Derrick quickly started to undress from the HALO gear. Tossing it down upon finishing, he'd brought himself a change of more functional ground wear. All the while his ears were trained for any sudden movements. When Derrick finished getting dressed, he now had on a pair of of black combat boots, black cargos, a wifebeater underneath a black ballistic vest of a high quality. Over this a black jacket was worn.<strong>"Much better."</strong>Derrick muttered to himself as he lifted up his bag and produced his FN F2000 Assault rifle. Quickly assembling it before he finished adding on the proper attachments. This rifle was a monster with all the work he had put into it. A grenade launcher, an optional shotgun attachment, tactical flashlight, laser sighter. The ammunition that Derrick liked to utilize was a composite High Explosive Incendiary/Armor Piercing variant. He also had backup ammunition in his bag including a box of hollow points, and regular metal jackets. However, if he hit something with these babies? They'd stay down.<br/><br/>Slowly making his way through a sea of trees, Derrick noticed the beacon through the IR view in his goggles. A beeline was made for the light, though attention was also paid for any noises or rustling. His movements were deliberate, Derrick spoke in the comm<strong>"Landed without a snag, you ladies alright?"</strong>All the while a slight feeling of unease rested in the pit of Derrick's stomach, he had a feeling about these woods.