Without any refugees or Lucas following him, Marcus reached the crash site in less time that it took reaching the outpost. Pieces of debris were still burning when Marcus reached the site. The Chopper had broken into three pieces. He found the tail rotor embedded in the ground, missing the rotor itself. The main cabin was titled on the ground thirty feet from the tail. The only piece missing was the control cabin.
Marcus searched the crash site. Several rotor blades were sticking up from the ground. Flaming debris was slowly losing fuel for the fire. He found what was left of the chopper, except the control cabin. He walked around, unexpectedly kicking something. Marcus knelt to the ground and lifted up the trashed radio.
No wonder Blair didn't reply. Marcus thought. He dropped the radio and walked into the back cabin of the chopper. He reached beneath the seat, but found nothing. The med kit was gone, which meant someone had searched the wreckage for anything useful. Marcus walked out of the cabin and continued searching the crash site.
Marcus sighed in frustration. He slammed his fist into the tree he stood by. Suddenly a metal screeched echoed above him. Marcus looked up at the tree. The control cabin was struck in the branches above him. Even in the limited lighting, Marcus could see Blair's empty seat in the cabin. The restraints were unlatched, hanging loosely in the air.
Marcus looked down from the treetop. His eyes scanned along the ground for Blair's impact on the ground. He caught sight of footprints in the ground. The only prints he'd found besides his own. They were smaller than his, more refined. Marcus followed the footprints around the site. They moved back to the cabin and then away. However, the footprints moved away from the crash site in the opposite direction Marcus had come from.
Marcus shook his head. He followed the footprints from the crash site, away from the outposts' direction.