<div align="center"><strong>Bonn, Germany<br/>2450H LOCAL - 2450H TARGET<br/>Drop Zone 'Dixie Six'<br/>Winds W-SW 9 mph<br/>MC-130 Combat Talon 'Daytona Six-Five'</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r60/KristieAndreaParker/Riggerschute.jpg)</div>"<strong>Now now gents, lets not speak the obvious truths. Derrick, if you want to die a slow and no doubt horrible death and plummet to the earth so fast parts of you will end up in Moscow, be my guest. Just make sure you don't crash into us on the way down.</strong>" Anna smirked. "<strong>No joke though, you would die almost instantly. We'll be falling at about 130 miles an hour, I hopefully will hit about 200, at this height you'll simply suffocate on thin air, probably pass out and yes, definitely get some severe frost bite on your face.</strong>" She looked to Ashleigh and nodded. "<strong>I agree we'll find a spot, but I don't want to waste time looking for a hide out we'll have to ditch almost immediately. This is rural Germany, no safe houses here. We find a secure lab and work it to our needs as soon as possible. If we can we'll avoid sleeping outside, but I'd rather not potentially initiate contact with any infected unless we're detected or its mission critical.</strong>" Anna cast a glance at Ashleigh. "<strong>Mission critical means you.</strong>"<br/><br/>Suddenly the cabin echoed with the pilots voice. "<em>Need you all to buckle up, we're going to make our turn in less than 10 mike.</em>"<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>0100 H LOCAL/TARGET</strong></div><br/>Hackett squinted and blinked repeatedly as she focused hard on the pitch black wall of darkness surrounding her. The cabin for its own right was so dimly lit, the only thing you could see were the outlines of the 4 bodies occupying it and the odd shapes of crates and boxes that lined the walls. The dull humming of the engines was almost mind numbing, it was so quiet otherwise. The cockpit was silent and void of life, neither pilots seemed to move more than an inch every few minutes and the passengers themselves were likely in a trance of mental numbness. The darkness combined with the oxygen and engine noise all created a perfect situation for sleeping, though no doubt none of them were actually sleeping.<br/><br/>Anna for her part was actually well aware, if blind to everything that went on. The moon could find no opening to get through to light the dark cabin, and though the cockpit was well lit from small arrays, the moon remained hidden behind clouds or the other side of the aircraft. Anna couldn't help but stir every few seconds, just to keep herself occupied in the most boring parts of the mission. They were close enough to the jump to be lights out and nervous, but far enough away for the adrenaline to kick in, everything was so much more clear when the adrenaline was running the snow. Then her muscles were on autopilot and run by muscle memory, her mind could drift and admire the serene beauty of an unremarkable warzone as far as warzones go. Though hard to believe, the last few centuries of human history had seen the most brutal and costly fighting in history, the most recent one being the worst by far. Some would say fewer died this time around, but that was virtually untrue, the dead just didn't stay dead this time.<br/><br/>As time pressed on, Anna started to feel something. It was a pull at her feet and legs. Suddenly the entire aircraft banked and turned hard to the left, if anyone were not secured down they could have gone tumbling. Instinctively Anna reached out and grabbed Ashleigh's shoulder tightly as the pressure on her own shoulders from the uncomfortable straps holding her body weight doubled in place. As soon as it had begun, the plane leveled and Anna stood up, unbuckling the straps holding her in place. As if on cue when she stood, a small red light appeared from the darkness behind her and the co-pilot walked brisky past the group, approaching the red light and stopping at a small switchboard with what looked like a remote control attached underneath. She manipulated a few buttons and knobs, then pressed a flat, red-glow basked button at the top and the planed rumbled more violently than before as the ramp opened.<br/><br/>Immediately Anna was hit by a massive push of air rushing in, nearly knocking her back but she'd expected it. The aircraft shook more and more rapidly as air pressure was lost and quickly replaced by a lower pressure. Anna approached the lowering ramp and gazed down. Her visor was a high tech piece, with a build in night enhancement film covering the inside. It was basically a built in night vision device, and everything had a strongly tinted green quality about it. It was crystal clear compared to the night vision she packed in her ruck, but was far to heavy to be suitable for combat. Anna turned around and walked back into the cabin proper, tapping everyone on the leg to let them know it was finally time. She flipped on a small button on top of her helmet, and if anyone behind her had their night vision on, they would see a bright light flash every few seconds on top of Anna's head. The strobe IR designator was designed to allow them to see her from a long distance, really as far away as human eye could detect the light. Otherwise, without night vision, they would simply see nothing.<br/><br/>"<strong>Comm's check.</strong>" Anna spoke, approaching the ramp again. "<strong>We're 5 minutes from our jump point. Order of jumpers goes; myself, Ashleigh, Utem and Derrick. Too late to turn back now, welcome to Germany.</strong>" "<em>..you will be earning 50 reward air miles for this trip...</em>" the co-pilot chimed in from the switchboard, bending over and peeking dangerously far outside to inspect the ramp.