"Uff," he grunted as they landed.<em>Son of a-</em>His vision swam, and he gasped for breath.<em>We're in, that'll do.</em><br/><br/>"No, you motherfuckers, you don't get it! They're going to fall!"<br/><br/>His stomach sank, but he kept a stony face, trying to block her elbows from adding to the distracting pain in his chest. He met with mixed success. "And we're not. And neither are you. Rather than being<strong>six</strong>KIA, we're five."<br/><br/>It wasn't helping. The guard thrashed free, and kicked the door shut. The door helped erect a psychological barrier as well as a physical one - it meant the two soldiers who had fought so bravely against the Whatever were less real. He could concentrate more on the (justifiably) pissed-off guard. He pressed a hand against his sternum, struggling to push off the floor as the plane began to level.<br/><br/>He watched as she went for her rifle, mostly unable to do anything about it. Alec considered keeping the weapon away, but thought better of it. "Let her have the rifle."<br/><br/>Trying to keep any soldier away from their issued weapon was a recipe for a fight, and in these cramped quarters that would be ugly. Especially since this one still had her sidearm. Getting the rifle back would be a crutch, making her feel more secure. And, while somewhat surly, she was highly professional. He doubted she'd actually try and shoot them.<br/><br/>He didn't even know her name.<br/><br/>Or anyone in here yet... he'd see about that just as soon as the current little crisis was past.