She woke with the pressure of a feminine hand on her shoulder. Blinking the fog of sleep from her eyes, she looked up into a stewardess' pleasantly smiling face.  "We've reached Atlanta, ma'am." She didn't recall dreaming, but her brief nap had left her nerves jangled. Perhaps it was just pre-battle nerves. She dug into a pocket of her biosuit vest, digging up a Tums and popping it into her mouth.<br/><br/>She stood stiffly, stretching the kinks out of her muscles. "Thanks. Can I get another water before we leave?"  The flight attendant nodded and returned to the front of the plane, leaving Mea to gather her things.<br/><br/>The rest of the team was awake and silently unpacking their gear from the luggage racks, sleepy-eyed and tense with sudden expectation. Mea slung her backpack across her shoulder and tucked her laptop under her arm, pushing stray hair out of her face.  "Everyone ready to go?" The flight attendant returned with her bottle of water, Mea thanked her, and eyed the door.<br/><br/>"Now here comes the fun part..."