He shuffled to his feet using this single piece the lean on, taking a second to assess his surroundings. It was an incredible sight, he was inside the plane, yet he was out in open land, he could feel the sun beating down on him. Two more steps and he would be back in the darkness, he didn't hesitate as he took those two steps, then pushed himself back into the rest of the plane. He needed a few attempts to get over some type of cart that was blocking his path, but soon enough he was in.
Now past the obstacle he leaned on an undamaged seat and looked around dazed. He hadn't thought it possible, but this sight was even more horrific than the one he had just left. For a brief moment he longed to be back there alone, unaware of the carnage that awaited him. Without moving he could spot two bodies, one burnt to a crisp, the other deadly still and bloodied. He knew both were dead but the sad thing was that he couldn't identify them - they were unrecognisable.
He couldn't take it, it was too much for him to handle. He tuned back and climbed out to the small opening, rushing outwards into the open land where he collapsed to his knees and began to vomit, silent tears streaming down his face in terror. He finished vomiting and cradled his head in his hands, sobbing loudly, unconcerned with anyone seeing his display of emotion - it wasn't like anyone was here anyway.
After calming down he mustered what little strength he had to look around him now he was clear of the centre of the wreckage. There was still rubber and plastic and other materials spread about everywhere, one was aflame, others weren't. He got to his feet and wandered around the back of the plane, now looking over the other side of it. It was a similar sight, but something caught his eye, there was a ditch just a few feet to the left of the plane.
He stalked over, cautiously telling himself there could be another friend lying dead at the bottom if it, in the hopes of bracing himself to reduce the impact. He made it to the top and looked down, it was only a few feet deep, mud and bushes, and a lot of blood. He took a few steps down the steep embankment and strained his sight as he realised he could see bodies, at least two, possibly three, right at the bottom. His breath caught in his throat in pure joy as he realised one of them was clearly moving. He took another silent step down and felt his joy drop like a brick tossed into a river, it was her. Nina Myers. Out of all of the possible casualties here, she had to survive. The irony, he thought sadistically, as he pulled out his gun and cautiously took another shaky step closer, smiling as he realised she was complete unaware of his presence.
The smile was short lived as he realised what she was doing. She was still cuffed to her seat, but her hands were free. Fate had somehow thrown her and Bauer into the ditch, Jack coming from his seat at some point throughout the journey. Now here she was, rummaging through his pockets, he guessed she was looking for a gun or a key to the cuffs to free herself. She wouldn't be getting either, he thought as he coughed to get her attention.
Nina let a startled gasp escape her as she herd, and then saw Phillips stood behind her, gun aimed steadily at her head. Her escape was over before it had even began. She sighed defeated, before moving back slightly, showing him she would co-operate. He watched her steadily as he ordered her to place her hands on her head, she did.
Confident Nina was no risk to him he let his vision wonder over Jack, silently hoping he was alive so he could handle Nina. He didn't know if he himself could deal with this and her, but Bauer could. He was the only one who knew her, they were like cat and mouse together. He saw Jacks chest was slowly rising and falling through his tattered cloths, an entire sleeve of his black jacket had been ripped off, and he was caked in dust and dirt among other things.
Bauer was laid on his right side, unconscious, but Phillips could see no real damage. He tilted his head slightly as he waited, hoping he would suddenly wake up, but then he saw the blood. Pooling under his right side, not an alarming amount but given there situation he found it a concern. Due to Jack's position he couldn't see what was actually damaged, and he didn't know if he should risk moving him or not, he could trigger some other injury and make things worse. He couldn't take the risk.
He sighed as he realised Jack wouldn't be able to help and now he had Nina to deal with too. He tore his glance away from Bauer and it fell on Nina, sat watching him patiently, a slight smirk on her lips. Phillips couldn't help but look away, it felt as though she knew every thought running through his mind, with that smirk of hers. It gave him chills.
He took a step back with his eyes on the ground making sure his feet held him up, as he tried to silently assess his options. He didn't hear the sound of the silencer as it shot out the bullet from its chamber, but he felt the stinging sensation rip through his stomach. Stunned, he looked down and saw the blood forming on his shirt as a sudden numbness spread throughout his entire midsection. The gun was now resting loosely in his hand as he dropped to his knees, glaring over at Nina, furious he had let her do this to him. But then he saw the look on Ninas face, confusion and a hint of fear; her hands still sat on her head as he had ordered moments ago.
She hadn't fired the shot. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he fell forward and the darkness spread, knowing it wasn't she who had done this. He closed his eyes a final time as he realised this nightmare was over, he wouldn't be alone anymore.
Stood upon the edge of the banking Pezel spoke into his radio, his eyes never leaving the three bodies in the ditch. He instructed Kalah and Anton of where to find him, before dropping the black transmitter back in his bag. Still staring at Nina he began to clean his Gun against his tee, smoke still rising from the barrel.