Dusty's blue eyes slowly opened. His blurry vision started to focus. The first thing he saw a blue field of emptiness. He figured out that his body was lying down, and slowly propped himself up on his legs. His red-orange hair and face were covered in dirt and black soot. Dusty then saw the wreckage of his airplane not too far from him. "Oh no." Though it did not catch fire, it was seriously damaged from the impact. The wings took the brunt of the force, and the tip tanks fared even worse. He looked around and saw mountains all around him, and some buildings in the distance. His feet were standing on cracked dirt. His eyes widened in realization of where he suddenly was. "It can't be." Then a black speck appeared on the horizon in the direction of the buildings. It got closer and closer, and a faint chopping sound filled the air. Dusty kept looking at it. When it was close enough, he saw that it was a Blackhawk helicopter. It slowed down and stopped to a hover, then landed near his airplane, kicking up lots of dust. The doors opened and seven soldiers came out with their weapons drawn. "One the ground now!", one of them yelled. Dusty immediately got down on his knees as they surrounded him. Another soldier came up from behind, patted him down and yelled "He's clean!" Dusty's hands were immediately cuffed and a black bag was put over his head. The soldiers literally carried him to the chopper and they took off in the direction of the facility.
