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Six

As the sniper approaches the ship, he slows in pace, despite the excitement in his chest, he could see clearly that the 'wing' of the ship was where a co-pilot, or perhaps the main pilot, would sit. Part of the wing was flipped open, and upon further inspection, he discovered that the door was opened by a charge, by one of..where where the controls even at? All he could see were some meters written in odd symbols - fuel and speed? - and the wheel, but that was all. No startup, nothing at all.

The wing, surprisingly, was no longer on fire. He reached up and pulled himself into the pit, dropping into it.

For one of their crafts, the interior was not much different compared to the interior of one of his aircraft. Minus the lack of buttons. There was one, however, and a lever beside it.

He tapped the small switch and with little effort, it flicked down. He backed up as there was a humming noise, and the button, which he realized was a light, flicked to a blue colour, instead of the dull dark green.

A green screen showed up beside the wheel, which he nervously ducked away from. It was like a 3D projection, rather, with a fair green lined background and light green buttons with odd symbols. Taking a risk, he reached forwards, expecting his hand to go through the symbols. Instead, as soon as contact was made, the button he touched lit up.

Suddenly, there was an ugly and loud alarm, seemingly triggered by the button. He moved to block his ears then considered a better idea, instead tapping the button instead, the same one as before. The alarm died off.

What would an alarm be used for, he wondered? One that could be activated just like this? Deciding he'd had enough of messing around with the controls, he flicked the switch down, and the humming stopped. He looked around some more, before spotting a white box with black vine markings and a red cross adorning the top laying down. He picked it up, studying it.

A medkit. He decided to keep it. There wasn't much in this ship, so it wouldn't be too hard to bring back. He looked up to the opening of the wing and threw the medkit out the top, into the snow below. After that, he climbed down, jumping into the light layer of snow. He grabbed his belongings, then stopped, right before he turned to walk away.

On further observation of the wing, he saw two, near invisible wires laying out, leading out into the field some feet away. Right there, at the end, was a white parachute, blending in with the snow. No wonder he hadn't seen it. But he still feared.

Turning away, he quickened his pace, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

But then there was a clicking noise, a noise only made by biological life. Unconsciously, his heart began to speed up, as he turned around to stare at the thing that towered over him, the three, green eyes of its metal armour and mask staring directly at him, hand on the odd weapon, it seemed to exhale, before speaking in a broken English and odd accent that he'd never heard of.

"You. Drop belonging. Give supply, or kill."