She woke up violently shaken, with loud beeping noises as her welcome. She could feel the restrictions of the harness cutting through the uniform's jacket from the effort of keeping her on the seat. The drowsiness was refusing to let her mind go, but the sense of impending danger woke her up. It took her a tenth of a second to realize that she was still on the plane, one that was still on the air. "But not for long".

Gripping the aircraft's yoke, she pulled it closer in an effort to gain altitude, but it was futile. The ground would be soon closing in, and she had to think fast. Quickly scanning the surroundings, she tried to find a relatively safe place to crash-land, but it was all jungle. Looking back on her short previous training, she made a decision. This was always what she struggled with the most, failing most simulations. She had to bail out.

"Calm down and count, it's all in the practice."

Practice that she had failed again and again. But it was her life on the line, and doing nothing meant failure already. She had to take her chances, as limited as they were. Glancing at the altimeter she almost let out a stifled cry when she found it still wasn't working. She would have to estimate the altitude of the aircraft, one that was quickly but steadily descending. It was already difficult enough knowing the exact height already, and now she was on her own. Had she been good with calculations, she would have calculated the probability of living through this, but she comforted herself in her lack of knowledge. Which wasn't beneficial either, as she could have used that skill to increase her chance of survival.

She made a decision, she was going to wing it. "Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One." Slamming the button, her seat ejected from the aircraft. Although it wouldn't help in her favor, she momentarily shut her eyes and pressed her lips. The concussion from the whiplash numbed her senses and she drifted through the air with no control. She would soon be on the ground, dead or alive.

With a loud thud, the seat tumbled through the ground, aggravating her already unstable condition. She soon found herself pressed against the dirt of the jungle floor, face down, with the weight of the aircraft seat upon her. Struggling to find the safety belt's buckles, she began to work steadily through them to set her body free. Her torso liberated, the remaining parts of her body softly hit the ground. She was ready to push the seat apart when she felt the vibration of quick and heavy steps. Raising her head, she looked at the scene unveiling in front of her.

She was surrounded by silhouettes she couldn't clearly define, her vision blurry. It seemed like they were talking to her, but she could barely make the words out from the buzz she was hearing. Raising her hands above her shoulders, she signaled her ears and tried to speak through the coarseness of her throat.

"I can't hear you." She could barely hear herself either, and hoped what she was saying was clear enough for them.

Two of the figures closed in on her, and grabbed her arms, pressing them on her back and pinning her aching body on the ground after pulling her out from under the seat. She felt the restrictions closing in on her wrists, and was soon put on her feet. Shaking under her weight, she leaned her body against one of her restrictors, which in turn pushed her down and adopted a defensive stance. She heard loud mumbling again, and felt someone lift her off the ground.

She was being carried somewhere, God knew where.

Leaning against the wall, she pressed the palm of her hands against the cold floor. They were talking to her, or at least trying to. One of the men, the one in uniform, got closer to her, and she tried looking for a name tape but found nothing. He couldn't be from the military then. Focusing on his face she read his lips. Her name, he wanted her name. Lifting her hands from the ground, she signaled to her own name tape.

"Bellamy. Maggie Bellamy."

He nodded and looked to his companions, one of them scurried to a tablet and began to run things through. The blonde woman shook her head and turned to the man that was kneeling before her. He ran his hand through his beard and locked eyes with her again. He repeated his question.

"It's Maggie Bellamy, Margaret-Grace Bellamy if you want to get technical."

She was sure they were trying to run her through the system, and maybe her full name would help. But the woman shook her head again, and she started feeling nervous. She got closer to her, and held the tablet to her face for a couple of seconds. Pacing away, she waited for a moment and shook her head once again. She felt the tension rising in the room. One of the other men pushed through and gestured for her to stand up. With help from the two men, she was led to another room, one that resembled a medical examination one, and was pressed against the stretcher laying in the middle. As soon as her body laid upon it, a machine blocked her vision and she felt a force restrain her against the surface. She soon felt the pressure dissipate from her mind, and started to breathe normally again. With a small pitch, her ear canals unblocked and she could hear the soft humming of the machine. She must have been laying there for a couple of minutes, peacefully letting the machine work, when it beeped and retired from her frame.

Her upper body rising from the stretcher, she leaned on her shoulders and turned her head to focus on the people that had previously found her. The bearded man stood forward and crossed his arms against his chest.

"Now that you can hear us " he paused and looked intently at her, squinting his eyes "who are you and where do you come from?"

Got excited with the reviews and published the next chapter already. The next one should be uploaded by Friday, but I might get too excited again and post it before.

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