Jaakko walks towards the ejection site, still looking around. He notices the seat and the blood and feels sick from the fact that this is all pinned on him. The blood doesn't help his unease.
He stands nearby, trying to remain vigilant, looking for any other signs of Matsumoto or Imperials.

: Right, well, guess we better spread out and start looking.
Sergeant Nylund takes Private Rask to search one sector, Specialists Czajkowski and Mikolajczak head to another, and Crash and Tempest a third.
"Not getting any other heat signatures. Just you guys and occasionally a stray animal."
Tippy drops altitude.
"I'm going to fly lower for a closer look. See if that helps any."
It doesn't.

: Yeah, I'm not seeing stuff either.

: Give it time.
Time passes (about five more minutes of it) with no more progress. Then, another four Typhoons enter radar range from the southwest, and even more from the east. The GTO forces conducting the search are now encircled.

: I don't like this. They're like a bunch of sharks out there.

: Are we calling this off?

: No. Not yet. I'm just saying I don't like the look of those Typhoons.

: You're not the only one. Ground team, be advised, we've got company up here. We may need to bug out at a moment's notice.
