Ludmila, performing her duties as a cleric, belted out a song to boost morale as, in the Prosen-controlled zone, Commando Gonif landed on his feet.
Then he fell flat on his buttocks.
Gonif, grumbling, stood up—"Why do I always land on my ass every time I parachute?"
Casino, who had landed just before him, walked over as he gathered his parachute, "Because you always try to cut corners in parachute training. That's why. Cut the chat. We're in enemy-occupied territory; someone might have seen our parachutes and could be coming to search."
Gonif, hearing this, hurriedly stood and began to efficiently gather his parachute.
Casino quickly folded his parachute into a cube, stuffed it into a camouflaged bag, and found a nearby tree to hide it under the roots, covering it with some fallen leaves and dirt.
Then he checked the weapons he carried.
