Well, shit, that brought memories of a spikey black haired guy that used to mess with his hair too much too... Arg, not now, focus! Still, he gave a snorted chuckle. He'd get him for that later.
Driving a few more meters he finally decelerated, ah, but the ride didn't end there, they could been easily spotted if they stayed there, "Hold from something." It was all his advice before heading to a very upright little cliff, rotating the bike 90ยบ and turning off the engine, leaning all his weight, that wasn't much, to counterweight the bike's as he let it fall all the way down.
When they finally got to steady ground, they were "luckily" surrounded by vegetation that covered them from anyone that wasn't really looking for something. Luckily, Cloud had made his homework before deciding to do the raid, he had seen that little spot from afar on one of his exploration rides, getting there had proven not to be a problem, now rest of the plan was the part that he wasn't very sure about, he had a vague idea of what to do and what to expect, improvising had always worked for him anyway.
The ways that place worked had always been a mystery to everybody, anyone would say that it was letting them do their little party, no one had seen them, none of the soldiers that were standing guard seemed to notice a bike falling from meters from above... nothing... He really hoped it was just luck. It was too quiet, maybe too much, and darker than it used to be when he happened to merely pass by to check on them. Still everything was there as in his little mental map.
"There..." He pointed a large assembled room not too far from where they were. "Provisions, weapons..." His sight trailed from the little room to another spot not so far, and he couldn't avoid a chuckle, "...transport..." Helicopters, now that was new... he wasn't fan of flying, but if he had been able to guide a submarine without knowing how... it'd be a piece of cake... right?