[1-2] The Tail

[Albert Wesker]

No signs of anything that would be immediately relevant. No other survivors that hadn't been already accounted for and restored to consciousness, to one degree or another. No obvious signs of danger or the like -- at least not in the immediate vicinity, barring the obvious wreckage of the crash itself.

It was a dreary, dull sight all in all. So many dead, and in such a...sudden, violent manner. That even this many of them, in only half of the plain, had survived at all — much less made it out more or less unscathed, for the most part — was by all rights a miracle in and of itself. Hard to focus on that given the grim situation, though.

He returned to the start of his brief rounds of the immediate area, near where he had initially had to give Guilmon the boot. He took one last look about, seeing things under control for now. Everyone was....well, the majority were find, and had their own priorities in order and handled. He was just setting his own course when someone took it upon themselves to approach him, stopping in his path.

Colonel's stern, inscrutable expression just casually looked over the...the being, which introduced itself as Granite. Associated to the Institute, or so he said. "Locating Okor, is it?" the cyber-soldier finally spoke up, after a moment of quiet contemplation. "I had been meaning to track him down, myself." He inclined his head in a rough gesture of acknowledgement, and what might generously be called 'greeting', his left hand rising to fall over the bade at his 'collar'. "Colonel.EXE, Vice-Dean of Security. Direct suboordinate to Okor."

He turned aside, looking out over the scene, and toward the treeline. "Sticking together in a situaiton like this might be for the best." He turned back to the being of stone. "Strength in numbers, especially in unfmailiar territory."