Chase's lips curved into a sort of pout sort of frown as he shook his head. "Not a goal," he said. "I'm not much for planning and dicking around and chatting strategy," the last was said with a slightly derisive tone. He wasn't patient enough to consider options, one by one, elminating them for whatever reason. He wanted to just plunge in and see where things took him. He set his sights on his goal and bulled through toward it.
Chase actually looked thoughtful about that. How would they know? A slow, slightly twisted grin curved his lips. "Guess you wouldn't. There's no one here I'd come back for if I did get out. So I guess you'll either find a body or assume I made it."
Obviously, those were the only two viable options. Being taken away like the others to parts unknown clearly wasn't on the menu for Chase Goodwin Collins.