((Sup want some Agent Vermont AU because that's what I'm throwing at you.))

He's running. Leaving behind Wyoming unconscious in the locker room had been a split second decision. Could have killed him. Could have. Should have? Yet to be determined. The ship is crashing (he's pretty sure he has York to thank for that, god damn it), and a couple of holes he's made in walls thanks to a few less than ideally placed grenades sure doesn't help the structural soundness. He needs to get to--to someone. Find York, or Tex, or North, or hell, get to the bridge and find the Director and--

Vermont dives through a doorway when the ship gives a shudder, and when he pops back to his feet, he's no longer on the ship. He'd gotten so used to the shaking that he's actually momentarily unsteady with the lack of it. It's a few long seconds, too long, before he draws his pistol, taking a sweep of the area.

"Phi: status update."

I don't know.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

It means I don't have any information to help us out. This isn't the ship. Go find a way back.

"Working on it."