Characters: Griff and OPEN Location: Just outside of the survivor circle Time: approx. 10 am Summary: Still wounded, Griff finds something even more disturbing; he’s missing a knife. Status: Thread in progress Warnings: None yet
Once everyone had been evacuated from the plane, Griff had turned his sights on a different goal. As one of the first to the hold, Griff had crawled into the hatch to search for his luggage. It wasn’t that he was overly attached to his belongings; he doubted he was really going to need a suit right about now, but he hauled his suitcase out as well simply to cover his intent. That was, of course, his ski bag.
While Griff had no clue what other people were carrying around with them, he did know that he had a whole arsenal of weaponry, most of which was fully operational and sharp, just as he did know that he had a responsibility to make sure nothing ended up in the wrong hands.
Shrapnel still in his arm, Griff dragged his bags across the overly green grass and set himself up just outside of the main circle of survivors. He opened his suitcase first, pulling out his small medical kit and made the pretense of rummaging around, simply to build himself a small barrier against wandering eyes. Then he turned his attention to his ski bag.
Carefully unzipping it, he shifted the wrapped content back and forth, taking a mental inventory. It wasn’t until he got to the bottom of the bag and found his twin hunting knives that a moment of panic set in. He had twin sheaths in the bag, and one cold steel knife, but the other was gone.
“Fuck,” Griff muttered. It must have slipped free in all the commotion. Hand delving in deeper, Griff felt the ground poking through a small slit in the bottom of the bag. The damn thing must have come free and been forced through the thick fabric, only to be pulled through and left somewhere in the hold. Which was now rather thoroughly clear.
The implications were worrying to say the least. Someone would have picked the razor sharp knife up and clearly they haven’t said anything. It gave way to worst case scenario options and Griff had been around and seen enough movies to know that having the missing twin of something dangerous was never good.
Griff had been so preoccupied with his search and his need to take inventory that he’d pushed his own wounds to the back of his mind, forgetting entirely that he was still bleeding.