[b]Tactical Espionage.....Crash Landing?? Dojoville Outskirts 9:45 am[/b] The ruins of Dojoville smouldered quietly. Nothing stirred save for the few Trayven patrols in the area....and a helicopter? It appeared out of a sort of wormhole, spinning and flaming. Anyone with a radio would get the immediate outcry. [i]"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, DIAMOND DOGS GOING DOWN!"[/i] The chopper would continue its quick descent to the ground, until it slammed into one of the few buildings that hadn't gone down in the fire. It became lodged in the building, the tail (rotor still spinning) detaching from the fuselage as the main body groaned as the metal settled. It seemed like another weird incident, considering the cockpit was aflame. However, there was one survivor. He dropped from the chopper after a few minutes, grunting as he landed heavily on his back from two stories. The soldier rolled over on his side, covered in blood, oil, and soot. A crack would soon ring out as he put his ankle back in socket. "Mother....-blam!-er....." The man would growl out as he stood up, surveying the area. Grabbing his AM MRS, he would take a quick look around the area, before taking out a grenade and throwing it into the chopper, and moving on. With a magnificent explosion, the chopper would snuff it big time, leaving little to no remains. He would soon duck into an abandoned building, limping slowly. The man didn't seem like he should be -blam!-ed with. [spoiler]Open, Intro[/spoiler]