"So that was you bangin' on my wall, Squiddy?" Kinkaide nodded as he took another look around, sparing a glance upward as he too tried to puzzle out why the hell a bunch of boxes in free-fall took more than ten minutes to terminate. He grimaced as she questioned him, the same questions and more bouncing around his dented skull. "No idea what happened to the bird. I was too busy pinballin' in my little cubbyhole, same as you."<br/><br/>Further conversation was interrupted as another survivor burst out of one of the containers and approached them. "No injuries here, if that's all you're asking," Thomas said as the man drew near. Something about his voice seemed familiar, but the Staff Sergeant couldn't quite place where he'd heard it before. He turned with the others toward the sound of a woman shouting in what sounded like garbled English inside another box, and as the other man headed to investigate Kinkaide tapped McAdams on the shoulder and pointed toward two more unopened cubicles, his meaning clear: 'you take one, I'll take the other.'<br/><br/>He jogged toward the nearby container, #19, and studied it briefly. Banging on the frozen metal with one gloved fist got Thomas no response, and the doors were already stuck shut with a thickening glaze of ice. Another strong kick shattered the ice and dented the door in slightly, but not enough to give any indication what lay within. "Hello! Is anyone in there!" Kinkaide shouted through the makeshift opening, but again no reply came. Another chill that had nothing to do with the weather crept down his spine and he backed away from the silent cubicle, his expression grim.<br/><br/>A fifth and sixth survivor were already near the center of the 'crash' site when he returned. Kinkaide glanced over to McAdams to see if she'd fared any better, then nodded toward Edelfelt. "I didn't hear any booms when we touched down, so if we figure everyone had about the same landing we can probably assume everyone's here who's comin'. Looks like we've got our pick of a long walk," he said, pointing toward the red and white blinking tower in the east, "and a longer walk." He turned and pointed at what looked like distant fire light to the west. "Anywhere else, I'd suggest splitting into teams and investigating both sites, but given our situation that doesn't appear too feasible. That tower is likely to be Vostok; somebody check their mobile toy and correct me if I'm wrong. If it is, we need to head there and get the comms working to call for evac and brief the higher-ups on mission status."<br/><br/>The accented woman (Scottish? Welsh? Kinkaide had no idea, but he was pretty sure of two things: it was a UK accent, and it was not one of the sexy ones) stepped out of another cubicle and rushed toward them, waving her arms at them. Thomas narrowed his eyes as he reached for his own MOBA and read through the cryptic warnings. The Hornsounder, huh? Kinkaide had played enough X-Box to recognize freaky shit when he saw it, and they'd just entered Game of the Year territory. The Asian woman mumbled something about a plan and Thomas shook his head as he slid the device back into a pocket.<br/><br/>"I don't know about you, sweetheart, but I sure as hell<em>hope</em>this ain't part of any plan..."