They were woken by the plane intercom. “Attention troops: we will be landing at the site in about four minutes. Prepare for landing.”
Her eyes were shadowed with worry, any sense of drowsiness lost in her eyes. "We're here. Okay. Okay. We're here."
"I'm worried," she admitted, glancing over at him. "Last time, when we landed..." She paused before shaking her head. "They were waiting for us."
She bit her lip nervously, reaching into her backpack. "Hopefully. Regardless, I'm going to get some supplies ready, just in case. You might want to do the same." She paused and looked up at him, kissing his cheek to soften her tense words.
Poppy pulled out a discrete dart gun and she stowed it on her belt, hidden underneath her trenchcoat. She had a pouch strapped to her hip and she placed two syringes and various chemicals and medicines inside, as well as a reload of darts, her gloves and bandages, among other things. She tied her hair back as she worked meticulously, holding the small glass vials with caution.
She gave him a small, almost sad smile. "Watch while you can," she replied sarcastically. "Who knows what will happen on this raid?"
