Peering out the windscreen of her twin engine plane at the storm and hoping that it would blow over quickly, Laura Reynolds brushed a lock of jet black hair from her eyes and started praying. She hadnt been in a church in years, but right now, she was just praying that her plane didnt get hit by lightning, or caught in a downdraft, which would suck her plane right down to the water.<br/><br/>She was 24 and came from a long line of proud pilots. Both her grandfather and father were accomplished pilots, she was another Reynolds who sought a job in the air. She had shoulder length dark hair, blue eyes and a 5ft 6" body and figure that had some men wondering if she truly was a pilot, or a model, but she was a pilot, and proud of it.<br/><br/>In the back of her plane was supplies for Diego Garcia, for the ships store, which was constantly out of everything, so went the saying, high value items, as well as some personal gear belonging to the Base Commander. Plotting her course, she wondered if she shouldnt have delayed her flight, but thats why she had recieved this contract with the officials, she had a plane ready to fly and the island needed supplies.<br/><br/>Just as she was reaching for her radio, lightning cracked by her plane, once, twice, then a third one did hit her plane, hitting the left engine with a shower of sparks. Flinching as she had never been hit by lightning before,she held onto the yoke as the engine that had been hit trailed smoke and lost power. Around her, she struggled for control as the radio shorted out as well.<br/><br/>"Great, just great", she said to herself as her plane lost altitude, dropping from 15,000 feet to 10,000 quickly, and lower still. Holding on tight, she stared out at the storm as she passed through it. Her plane shook as she dropped lower and lower. She knew that she likely wouldnt survive a water landing, but as she held on, a lightning bolt lit up the sky and she saw land underneath her, an island.<br/><br/>"Thank you, thank you to whatever gods are listening", she said as she tried to keep power going to her remaining engine. Dropping to a thousand feet, she saw nothing but jungle.<br/><br/>Just as the power cut out, she checked her straps, to make sure that she wouldnt be thrown out when the plane hit a tree or land. Flinching as she heard the branches hitting the underside of her plane, then louder ones as her tail was ripped away, then the left wing, she was thrust forward against her straps as the fuselage hit. Crying out as her plane hit, she saw a flash of light as a patch of aviation fuel from the left engine was ignited, but the fuel in the right wing didnt go up or spill out, ensuring that any fire would be short lived.