<div align="center"><strong>Bonn, Germany<br/>0100LOCAL - ON TARGET<br/>Drop Zone 'Dixie Six'<br/>Winds W-SW 7 mph<br/>MC-130 Combat Talon 'Daytona Six-Five'</strong></div><br/><br/>Anna took several deep breaths as the plane lurched, seemingly at random, to the left and to the right. The night sky extending on for miles provided a little comfort in its beauty, though in the back of her mind Anna was comparing it to the covers on a horrible nightmare, the good dream compared to the bad one. Either way, she was jumping down into the bad dream, hopefully in one piece and she would return the same way. She wanted to glance over her shoulder at the people behind her, but found herself unable to. Her nerves peaked suddenly, and it felt like there was no reason, but a bad feeling crept into the pit of her stomach and almost felt like it hurt. Just a little.<br/><br/>Her mind was swimming as the co-pilot attended to the switch board, watching them intently but her expression was distant. Anna watched the solid red light, staring was more accurate, as if she could will it to change colors so she could get off this flying coffin. Always the moments before the jump were the hardest, at least for Anna, because it was like venturing into the unknown time after times beyond counting. She tensed up as the co-pilot gave the thumbs up back towards the cockpit and prepared to do the 'waddle' walk to a sharp drop off for a 30,000 foot 'brisk' tumble and a nice landing.<br/><br/>The red light blinked off for a second, and Anna gave the thumbs up to everyone behind her, not turning to see if they were aware but hopefully they were watching the lights. A second light, just below the red one, turned on into a brilliant green and Anna took a deep breath, walking forward awkwardly and picking up her pace into a fast walk before walking off the deep end, so to speak, rolling forward and plummeting down. She squinted as the air rushed around her helmet, her clothing flapping furiously as she picked up speed. Her entire body shook violently but she was well prepared for it. With her arms out and her legs spread apart slightly, she sailed almost gracefully towards the earth. At give or take 150 miles per hour. A light stroll in the park.<br/><br/>With the moon on her flank, Anna could very clearly see the earth. She couldn't make anything out other than a lot of dark browns and greens, several pitch black spots around trees and in near by cities, but her view spanned miles and miles in every direction. She kept her eyes glued to the ground, though, her every movement of her arms intent on dropping her right down onto her intended landing zone. She couldn't see it but knew where it was in reference to the town, which she could clearly see though not make out any one structure. The fall, for her, turned into a waiting game. She enjoyed it but her heart thumped loudly in her chest still, Anna had to admit she loved it but sometimes jumping gave her worries of a heart attack before she was 50. It was nerve racking, even for her. She quickly brought in her left hand, her body wobbling violently as the air flow was interrupted. Her altimeter was spinning wildly, from 19,000 down to 18 in less than a few seconds. She was falling quickly, and she knew it. Of course that was obvious. In the 3 seconds she was looking at her altimeter, the Earth had seemed to reshape itself.<br/><br/>Thanks to the moonlight and her night vision, Anna could clearly see the LZ, just slightly illuminated outside of Bonn. The town began to take shape, buildings and billboards and even the tiny specks that were cars, ruined most likely, began to form themselves despite the darkness. Anna flipped on her night vision, again shaking violently, and the earth lit up in an eerie green sheet. The LZ was now perfectly visible, but something else caught her eye. A crashed aircraft, from the body it looked like a C-130 or a C-17, and though she couldn't see the actual markings, she knew that type of aircraft was military. Though, to her knowledge, there had been no previous fly overs since the actual evaucations. Even with the implications, Anna forced those thoughts from her mind as she approached 5000 feet. She reached down around her left shoulder and grabbed the pull cord, bringing her legs a bit closer together to slow herself, and yanked the cord.<br/><br/>For a second she sped up, the tightly packed chute and its weight lifted. Violently she stopped and was yanked upwards, her stomach falling to her feet and her head throbbing, her vision fuzzed for a second but returned to normal, and she drifted casually down. Glancing down, Anna saw that she was falling right into the middle of the circle opening surrounded by trees, and grinned slightly under her mask. Even with her clothing on she was cold, but the adrenaline was hiding that fact from her. A few minutes later, Anna was within a few hundred feet of the ground, and began to steer herself left and right for a short time, slowing down a bit more and then turning hard right, circling around so she could land away from the town. She circled some more and suddenly hit the ground. She bounced once but landed again and immediately planted her feet, skidding abruptly as her chute refused to collapse. She pressed a small button around her waist and her entire chute pack dropped off her back, she turned around and grabbed the cords, pulling the chute down by them until it finally gave in and fluttered to the ground.<br/><br/>Anna set to work getting her Hk416 out of her pack, grabbing the suppressed assault rifle and leveling it up to her shoulder, sweeping the treeline with her night vision with the holographic red circle dancing from fuzzy green tree to the next, trying to pick out threats. She slung the rifle over her neck and shoulders, letting it hang ready on her chest and set to work recovering her parachute,  stuffing it haphazardly into the bag and closing it up, reattaching it to her entire pack sitting on the ground and glancing up.