Issac

*Issac stalks through the thick brush, investigating an alert from one of his perimeter scanners* Where is it? *He stumbles upon his device and finds it was knocked off it mount.* Hmm... *Picking it up he continues forward, finding a small plane crash.* What the..? *He picks up the mangled air craft, it fitting in his palm, he inspects it and looks around* where did you come from?