The plane shuddered as it landed and Poppy pulled away suddenly, her eyes wide. "Okay. Okay. You ready?'
She steeled herself and stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she stepped out into the aisle. The door shuddered open and an icy wind blew inside. The outside was silent and Poppy approached the door with a frown, her movements almost reminiscent of a deer stepping into a clearing.
The landscape outside was bleak and flat, with mountains in the distance. Poppy pulled her coat tighter around herself against the wind's chill, shivering slightly. "I've always hated Utrana."
The rest of the crew filed out and they stood as a group by the plane. The woman from earlier with the curly grey hair spoke up. “Stay alert,” she told them quietly. “My name is Penelope. I’m the leader of this mission. Our first job is to get some cover and set up the first camp. There’s a small... eh.... forest over there bythebase if the mountains. I suggest we head over there.”
Francis turned his gaze towards the trees, his brows furrowing in concentration as he considered factors.
She paused before frowning. “Something’s wrong here.” Poppy subtly stepped closer to Francis almost protectively, scanning the horizon. Penelope shook her head. “Let’s move out.”
They had walked for quiet a while before a shot rang out across the field. It was unclear where it came from, but multiple gunshots rang through the air and bullets began to pass them. “Go! Go!” Penelope commanded.
The group began running, sprinting for the cover of the mountains. Poppy dared a glance back, but was unable to see anyone.
They managed to get under the cover of the forest and they stopped to gasp for breath, gathering together. Poppy’s hand found his in the crowd, squeezing it slightly.
