Roselia placed hr head against the firm wall of the plane. She had purposely chosen to sit furthest from the pilots, and windows. It was just her way of taking space without actually having any expectations of chatting. The momemts seemed to pass as her eyes tried to close. Sleep only meant nightmares, and reality lately was a far worse nightmare than any dream could conjure up.Time ticked away and soon enough her eyes closed.<br/><br/>Inside the dream<br/><br/>There was a moments hesitation, the container on her back was now placed before her. Centered inside a Armenian city. The orders....forget the orders! What were the orders again? Armenian soldiers surroumded her telling her to walk slowly away from the container , and to raise her hands. But they had shot someone without hesitation, and her life was far more important than to be shot after giving up. Maybe this was where her ability would come in handy?<br/><br/>She raised her hands trying not to seem like a threat but never once did she take her eyes off the container. It was do or die! What was inside that container? Curiousiy ate at her , trying to bite it's way into her mind. It was like decideing to pull the trigger on your best friend. Do you do it? Do you care too much? This hesitation was crawlig away faster, as the men loaded the barrel of their guns.<br/><br/>Then just like she used her ability to move the top of the container , and some sort of smoke billowed out. The men began to choke, and the die one after another. She too began to feel the effects .......<br/><br/>Back to reality<br/><br/>She awoke with a start , having seemingky dosed off for a few minutes, Lately, her dreams involved that damned container. The problem was what was inside the container. Her head shook as the plane began to lower. Britan wasn't that far off so it made sense she would get there a little faster. There was a potential of being the first onethere, but that was put simpily a dream. Her plane was purposely set to arrive after the first plane. Since, she had things to discuss with her boss before hand.<br/><br/>Finally, the plane stopped a sure sign that her hands could grab her equipment and aoard off the plane. She did just that, walking down the steps of the plane onto the platform where she was supposed to be. There was one other person on the platform.Unlike most people she walked over to one of the corners , opened up the file given to her and began to read.