Hackett's eyes fluttered open and closed for several minutes, a small pain was creeping up her back from the stiff sitting back. It didn't help her chute was  awkwardly keeping her from resting her head back, but that would subside as she settled in and her muscles relaxed. Lugging around 100 pounds of extra weight made her muscles tense and active, now they needed to relax again or it would be a long 18 hours. She flipped her visor down, trying to minimize what little light was already pouring into the cargo hold from the cockpit and windows. She looked down at her altimeter and noticed they were now at 25,000 feet. They'd hit 35,000 in a few minutes when the air pressure inside was high enough to keem them alive, and then drop to 30,000 for the jump. Anna's mind wandered between thinking about the missions and thinking about getting to sleep, of course the trick was to not try and sleep so you'll fall asleep quicker, giving in just makes it worse. In between thoughts, Anna played with the altimeter on her wrist and just generally tried to relax, not easy considering her mission. Ignoring the jump with a civilian and, to her knowledge, 2 others who weren't well trained in the school of jumping was stressful enough before thinking of the actual mission.<br/><br/><em>"Hackett, what can you tell us about our drop point?"</em>Hackett heard Utem ask out to her. Without moving, Anna wetted her lips and cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"<strong>Our DZ is South East of a town called Bonn, on a small open plateau patch of land South of Vinxel. SOP calls for us to jump here, and then let Senior Science Operative de Jong decide where we set up for the long haul.</strong>" Hackett yelled over the engines. "<strong>I have sat photos and a map of the area, but I really don't feel like digging them out right now. Suffice it to say our DZ is a good one, far enough from towns to be vacant of infected but close enough to avoid any survivors, if any.</strong>"