The flight itself was relatively short. Two and a half hours after take-off the small jet descended into the heart of rural Louisiana. As the plane's engines cycle down, Agent Wagner unbuckled his seat belt. Outside, the small airstrip is poorly lit, aside from a few stadium style lights illuminating the runway where the jet has stopped. The lights are attached to a small control tower, just tall enough to see over the trees.<br/><br/>"Alright," said Wagner, heading for the cabin door, "let's move out..."<br/><br/>Even before Wagner got the door a few muffled bangs could be heard outside, in rapid succession, almost like someone knocking on sheet metal. The plane lurched forward, and down, the entire cabin tilting down to the front, by about three feet. Wagner managed to stay on his feet, though only just barely. The plane, apparently at rest once more. Wagner immediately drew his weapon, and to a brief look out the cabin door window, before taking cover by coughing down below the level of the windows.<br/><br/>"Everbody down!" he called, loudly, though not screaming. The moonless night outside was pitch black, save for a very few illuminated spots from the runway lights, or those spotlighting the plane.