Vlad stuck his foot on the breaks of the van just in time, barely stopping 3 feet from hitting one of the paratroopers.
He chuckled, assuming that the person in the parachute was friendly...but then he remembered they were dealing with the Undead again.
Vlad stuck a gloved hand in his jacket, withdrawing his old Tokarev pistol. Opening the door quickly, he rushed out of the van and took position by nearby cover, watching the parachute.
"HEY! Comrade! You ok?" He needed to check who this was, no such thing as being too careful.
you very much
If a tree would fall in the woods.....would the other trees laugh at it?