Bloody hell.

How did she end up here? In a helicopter surrounded by five people she never saw before, with a crate full of things she never thought she'd want, let alone need.

She remembered the message she received. It wasn't shocking to find out that, in these uncertain times, there were groups bent on fighting against the chaos. What was shocking was that she was picked to become a member of it.

She looked at her five companions. They generally seemed like everyday people, though she imagined that they all had more training than her. A few years in hand to hand combat, a licence that she could carry a gun, in a country that didn't like guns.

What would her father think? Could she tell him? Probably not. It would endanger him. She could picture the countless spy movies she has seen and how whenever the spy tells their loved ones the truth, the bad guys always target them. She didn't want that. But then again, she was in over her head with this.

Could she back out? Would she back out? She had a feeling she'd be shot if she wanted to leave. Again...spy movies.

She took a deep breath and checked her equipment. A Baretta sidearm. Not the fanciest of weaponry, but it gets the job done. A silencer, handy she figured. She looked at the other contents. A few grenades, some spray things, and a uniform. Like the voice mentioned, she'd have to get changed here and now.

The Scottish man joked and she couldn't help but smile. At least he was making the best of this situation. Was he as nervous as her? She hoped so as she began undressing herself to get into her uniform.