<div align="center"><strong>Pearl Harbor-Hickam AFB, Hawaii<br/>2003H LOCAL - 0703H TARGET<br/>Tarmat 02-01-A<br/>Winds NW-W 12 mph<br/>MC-130 Combat Talon 'Daytona Six-Five', Raptor Seated and Aboard, Go-Code 'Lingo'</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanspecialops.com/images/photos/usaf/mc-130h.jpg)</div>"<em>Toc Zero One, Daytona Six Five you are cleared on flight and advance, runway Zero Two-Zero One-Alpha. Crosswind at marker red, Eight-Zero meters and 200. Go-Code Lingo authorized, cleared for take off, over.</em>"<br/><br/><br/>Hackett heard through the radio as she looked back into the cabin as everyone was seated, and looked back to the pilot as he and the co-pilot finally put 50% power in the engines. The massive 4 engines of the MC-130 roared to life and immediately the aircraft began to move, slowly at first, and then 60% power and they were off, no stopping them now.<br/><br/>"<em>Toc Zero One this is Daytona Six Five, transit in progress approaching green marker. Lingo confirmed and logged, see you on the flip side Zero One. Out.</em>" The pilot replied, inching the power thrust forward a bit more as the massive MC-130 quickly progressed down the runway, picking up speed. Hackett could see out the windows of the cockpit and the ground was flashing by in an instant. She couldn't help but close her eyes and take several deep breaths, leaning on the co-pilots seat as she reported numbers to the pilot that Hackett didn't know the purpose of, she assumed it was their position on the runway as the pilot gripped the stick with both hands and began to pull. Finally he pushed the throttle forward to the farthest point and the engines wailed and the entire aircraft vibrated with increasing intensity as the MC-130 was lifted off the ground by its own air flow and took to the skies with finesse and quickly leveling off at above 5,000 feet with finality. She wasn't going down anytime soon. "<em>..and thats a take off you can enjoy.</em>" The pilot looked over his shoulder at Hackett as the co-pilot produced a map and turned aswell.<br/><br/>"<em>We have an 17 hour flight before we're at pre-state for the jump, where are we headed?</em>" the co-pilot chirrped in.<br/><br/>Hackett frowned under her visor for a moment. She could hear the talking behind her, even over the engines it wasn't hard to miss, but she quickly averted her attention to the map, bringing up a gloved finger with her altimeter sitting with bulk on her wrist. "<strong>This is our DZ right...</strong>" Hackett searched the map of Germany for the spot she wanted to drop, the DZ part had been a tough choice. She knew where they were going and exactly where they were jumping, the only question was when they jumped and when they popped the chutes so they wouldn't land in the middle of a town or heavy forest. Getting stuck 100 feet up in the air with 100 pounds of gear on was death in any prospect, or your leg bones sky rocketing out of your thighs and into orbit, that'd surprise the people in the ISS. Hackett finally found the small patch of dull green on the map and put her finger on it. "<strong>...here, thats our DZ, small plateau at about One Nine Zero our PNRT for 15 hours. Surroudned by trees but clear enough for a drop.</strong>"<br/><br/>As Hackett began, she heard Utem call her from behind. Over her shoulder she saw him handing out something, rations maybe. She had lots of MREs and could do on 1 meal a day for a long time, her body was conditioned to use food sparingly, she was mostly on 1 meal a day all the time, actually, she got very full from just a good, healthy meal, forget more than that. She ventured back into the main cargo hold and accepted the packages, looking at everyone and then the packs. "<strong>Just throw them in your leg packs or help each other get them into your thigh packs, put them where ever.</strong>" Hackett mentioned, nodding at Utem as he detailed his own duties. She cast a look over at the pack and a frown started to appear on her face. She was already carrying 100 pounds, but it was possible for her to carry about 20 or 30 more pounds, that was kind of her thing anyways. She waited for Utem to finish before nodding. "<strong>Alright, just give me whatever, about 20 but no more than 30 pounds for me.</strong>" Anna retreated to the cockpit again and knelt down as the co-pilot turned around. From her view, Hackett could see only sky, and her altimeter was showing 15,000 feet. Cruising altitude. "<strong>Nice view.</strong>" She mumbled.<br/><br/>The pilots both nodded, Hackett smirked. "<em>Get some sleep chief, we'll wake you 120 mike before the jump.</em>" The co-pilot smiled over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Hackett nodded and stood, her oxygen mask dangling around her chest as she walked past everyone and sitting down in the rear of the plane. "<strong>We'll be over Germany in 17 hours, I suggest ya'll get some sleep at some point.</strong>" Hackett hollered over the engines and leaned back into the hard surface siding the aircraft and blinking a few times, staring at the floor of the cargo hold.