Dmitri Mikhailov, Grand Constable of the CrossBones

[Death.RunningVerminator]

Dimitri tried to pull Otto out of from underneath the trees, but to no avail. The air was silent, besides from the one thing that the Agent knew would attract attention, Otto's screams of pain. He couldn't talk, his legs and lower body had been crippled to badly and the sharp stings of pain were beginning to set in.

"Otto! You have to be quiet if I'm gonna get you out of here! The patrols will be all over this area soon!"

Dimitri tried to help and get his crippled companion to be quiet, but it was no use. The patrols were now beginning to arrive to the scene of the crash, and would soon be upon them. Otto continued to scream in pain.

"Frak.. Otto, you have got to be quiet unless you want to die here!"

The realization of his partner's death had just hit Dimitri. He knew he would not survive, and if he stayed here by a screaming and wounded man he would also be dead shortly. The LPI and LSF vessels were getting louder, about to reach the area. Dimitri sighed, then pulled out a dagger.

"Damn.. You were a good friend, Otto, I'll be sure to tell your story when i make it back to the college."

It was quick.

The now alone agent ran through forest, calling in for support on his radio. He would soon arrive back to the college, and be the most commended student there.