The parachute burned weakly, then. The wind started to stop the burning, but it was lit ablaze more on impact. It was quickly disconnected. | "Every forgetin' bone hurts. But I may be a bastard in the sky, but not on the ground.." Shinenzu grumbled, still carrying Kill. It was a long run, but he made it to their base, heavily winded, aswell as thinking he was going to loving die anyway, even after saving one of their pilots from a steep death. Clicking off the safety, Shinenzu coughed, moving up, one hand on the MP5, one wrapped around the unconscious pilot's stomach, as he carried him. "forget, my shoulder aches like hell.." He murmured. "He's not dead. You might've almost killed me in return, but he's heavily wounded." I said, sneaking up on the two. "He needs a medic ASAP."