She frowned. This guy bothered her. "Well, let's just hope that I'm good at my job then," she said sardonically, her brow raised in a challenge.
He looked up, placing a thumb over his mouth in thought. "Are you not sure?" He looked back down, with a small grin, "I can see why."
"Hmm," she said, unimpressed. She was amused and had dealt with people like this guy before, but she also didn't appreciate being underestimated. "Well, if you're as good as a fighter as you think, then we won't have to worry, will we?"
"No, I don't think we will." He kept his eyes on the screen, not bothering to look back up. "We should be there in about 30 minutes."
"Great," she said, folding her hands on her lap. She turned to look out the window and was shocked to see snowflakes swirling around the plane. "Oh wow," she said, mostly to herself. She scootched over in her seat to look out on the white ground below.
There was a sputtering from the plane, a strange, tired sounding groan. The cabin shook a little bit as the plane trembled. Poppy looked over at Francis, her face the image of concern. "That didn't sound good," she said, frowning.
He set the device beside him, scooting over to look into the cockpit. He said nothing, just seemed confused.
The whole helicopter lurched, and Poppy stumbled out of her seat. The cockpit began beeping frantically, and the pilot frowned and adjusted some controls. He pressed a few buttons and adjusted the steering mechanism, and the plane shuddered.
Francis went back to his seat, grabbing his bag. "You might want to hold onto something." He held tight to a handle on the ceiling.
The helicopter creaked, tossed around in the wind like a leaf. "Sir!" the pilot called to Francis. "Sir, I think you'll have to abandon the ship!"
He huffed, a grim look on his face. He managed to clamber over to the door with a sense of urgency, and flung it open, snow rushing in. "What a way to start a mission!"
"At least it's exciting," Poppy said, passing him a parachute pack that hung on the wall of the helicopter. She took one too, and she looked at him expectantly. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." He said, before leaping out. He had maybe done this once or twice before, but never in a place like this.
Poppy allowed herself a moment of panic, but swallowed it, and leaped out after him. She caught up to Francis quickly, and as she floated by him, he would be able to hear a stream of obscenities fly from her mouth.
He looked in her direction, eyebrows furrowing in amusement. Once they got closer to the ground, he signaled for her to pull the string, doing it himself not long after.
She did as he asked, and the weight of the air hitting the parachute yanked her upwards, making her lose her breath for a moment. After she got her back again though, she laughed. Why hasn't she done this sooner? Her laughter was cut short by a loud explosion, and as she looked up she saw the helicopter had become a ball of fire.
Francis looked back, sighing. "Damnit all. Why here out of all places?" They were at the tops of tall pines trees at this point.
Poppy didn't answer, only focused on her landing. The snow was powdery and soft, but freezing cold, and as they fell, Poppy was struck by how nice it felt. No fiery ball of inferno. Just nice, soft, cold powder.
Francis wasn't so lucky. While he was cursing out his misfortune, he managed to get caught in a tree. There was rustling for a moment. A faint "what on Earth?" could be heard.
