After twenty six hours on air, the pilot was confident he had found the exact location where they were headed.
They all prepared for the jet to touch ground.
Luciano looked through the window, his heart thumping.
The second the jet landed, he was the first at the exit door.
He had gotten to it when he remembered he wasn't armed.
Turning around, he attempted to go rectify that mistake, but Salvatore was already on it.
"Here you go, Carpo."
Luciano smiled in appreciation, and tucked his gun into his pocket.
His eyes began scanning around as soon as his feet touched the ground.
The air surrounding him was so crisp, he was completely taken aback.
If the uncivilised lived anywhere close to where he was standing, then they probably weren't as musky as he imagined them to be.
The universe responded to his thoughts before he had taken any step around.
"What's that sound?" Salvatore asked.
Immediately the question left his lips, an arrow came from the forest.
