"Anything I find won't be much," White shrugged, "I think the crash did something to my mask, I can't get it to filter out the residual heat." As the others made their way back down into the crater White turned and attempted to scan the treeline but saw nothing. "Even if my mask is broken I should still see him," He thought aloud, "Or his tracks."
The feeling came over him again, a sense of uncertainty, of uneasiness, the sense that something was wrong, but he could not place it. "Hold on," He quickly turned, "What about the Surgery lockers, aren't they designed to survive a crash?" Maskless shrugged as Uruk turned his head, searching, "I think so, but the ship is supposed to survive a crash, and..." He spread his arms wide, indicating the wreckage all around him. Nox indicated the bulkhead door he had let fall to the floor earlier, "Well that's the door to Surgery, but I don't see Surgery. It's supposed to be in the centre of the ship." White looked at what was left of the cockpit and passenger bay, missing the rear bulkhead, then turned to the engineering section, missing the forward bulkhead, "So... what? Surgery fell out?"