Adam splayed out into the soothing cool water, staring at the airship burning above him. The blood from his scrapes mingled with the water, turning it red. Then a loud cry and gunshots pierced his ears, bringing him back to the current moment. He stood up out of the water and moved out from under the burning ship, just in time to watch the whole thing collapse and cover where he had just been lying. As soon as he realized that the gunshots were coming from the military, he sighed in relief, reaching down to get his military ID out of his satchel… only to realize that he didn’t have his satchel. He swore under his breath. If only his handler were here, then he wouldn’t be worried, but there was no way these soldiers would recognize him, nor was there any guarantee that they would even know his name. He looked around for the highest ranked military person, hoping it was someone he knew.
As he looked around, he noticed several soldiers approaching a small pile of shrapnel from which the screaming he he had heard was coming from. The child! Adam thinks. And then he doesn’t think, there’s no way he’s going to let these soldiers harm an actual child. Adam looks to his empty and battered gun, deciding it’s not worth grabbing it. Then he starts speed walking as fast as he can towards the screaming (now silent) child and the soldiers approaching him. Adam expected his legs to hurt from being burned, but strangely he could barely feel them at all, with most of the pain being center on his scrapes and cuts. As he approaches the soldiers he puts his hands up, attempting to display that he is not a threat.