<div class="floatright">(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/soldier.jpg)</div>One moment Frankie had been lightly dozing, and in her mind she was a passenger, flying low in a helicopter over what looked to be the East coast of Florida. Why, she knew not. With the scenery down below of people, beach balls, umbrellas and the bright sand, she wasn't of a mind to really care for the purpose either. She'd been holding something important in her hand, a medallion, and a lurch in the helicopter's flight made it slip from her hands and slide towards the edge. Frankie snatched it up by its chain just before it fell out and caught herself in time. Someone else on board shouted a question, she couldn't hear it clearly--<br/><br/>And she was awake then. Her dream had ended full-stop and overlapped into reality in the blink of an eye. Quiet noises or just being lightly touched could wake her sometimes. This seemed to happen more than she could remember--Knight was used to it by now and then some. She smoothed out her ruffled blouse and trousers, both of which she recalled having been bought yesterday without much thought or care put into it. The fogginess in her head thinned out fairly fast as her boss began to talk, and by the end of that speech and their pilot's, Frankie was sharp and listening closely. "Alright, what are we looking at?"<br/><br/><em>Azerbaijan.</em><br/><br/>How about that. Just the right pace, Frankie figured. There'd be plenty to get done in the next few days.