Kalah steadily stood up and peered ahead, bracing himself by holding on to the padded frame of the open topped truck as it bumped over the rocky land. The heavy rifle slung over his shoulder was becoming an annoyance as it rattled against his arm in sync with the bumps. He angrily ripped it over his head and dropped it onto the passenger seat he was now leaning back on for support. He squinted up at the bright clear sky as the sun clawed at his eyes. Pulling his vision away from the painted image above them he glanced at his watch. There was no mistaking that the horrendous sound they had herd moments ago was the planned plane crash - the timing was too perfect to be anything else. Glancing over his shoulder to see the ground they had covered he saw Pezel grinning to himself. Kalah smiled at him and nodded, confirming the mans thoughts; it had begun.

Kalah's grin faded as the stench invaded his senses, it was horrid. The smell of melted plastic and burning rubber, probably flesh too, he thought as he pulled his khaki tee up to cover his nose and block the smells access. He sat back down in his seat placing the rifle on his lap and the vehicle moved through some dense overgrowth. After a few minutes of silence whilst the truck fought with the brush they pulled out into a clearing and the vehicle slowed to a stop. They were here, at the wreckage site.

All three men knew they had to act fast and accurately now, rescue teams would be on there way, they had to gather the valuable survivors. Yet despite the time issue they all took a moment to take in the scene before them. It wasn't when they expected, that was for sure. The place was silent and despite the huge bulks of metal and plastic that lay scattered over the ground around the main part of the plane, there was an eerie feeling of calmness. Kalah had expect to find chaos, screams, fire, blood, disorientation. Instead he found peace.

He felt a slight twinge of fear as a sudden thought crossed his mind, what if there were no survivors? Surely there would be noise if there was any. He shook the thoughts away, it wouldn't matter to much. The information would never be attained and the bomb would go off. These people were simply a bonus. A nice big bonus, albeit, but they could still move onwards without them.

Kalah signalled to the two men who followed his lead and began to climb out onto the uneven land beneath there feet. He replaced his rifle over his shoulder and grabbed his brown satchel from the back of the truck, watching both Pezel and Anton do the same, strapping there tatty backpacks onto there backs so there hands would be free for the work they were here to do. Setting off in different directions they began to search the wreckage, keeping there eyes peeled for the people they were to bring back.