[1-3] The Nose

[Karl Jak]

Round 2
Okor
Marcus Wright
The Vision
Fiara

Slowly but surely, Marcus, Fiara, and the Vision had managed to liberate most of the still-living survivors from the wreckage of the plane. As they worked, Okor barked instructions in an attempt to maximize their talents, which were plentiful. All in all, they managed to save nearly fourteen souls from the smoldering hull of the plane. In the process, they had also managed to remove anything 'suspect' and placed it all in a pile further removed from their location. Okor wanted to drop it all into the water, but they'd tried to send someone to go find the beach. When that person, a smiling waiter who spoke of a family of four and being recently debt-free, failed to return, they opted for a closer dumping point.

"That's all of it," Marcus replied as he stepped out from a gaping hole in the fuselage. "Vision isn't picking up any more lifeforms inside the wreckage."

Okor nodded as he surveyed the motley collection of survivors.

"What now?" Marcus inquired as he turned his attention to the misty forest that surrounded them.