As the plane began to shake Hannibal calmly began to pack up. However despite her calm exterior, her adrenaline was beginning to pump. No matter how many hot zones Hannibal had flown over. No matter how many crappy planes, helos, gliders, etc, she had found herself in during her career. It was always the second bump that was the worst. The first could be a fluke, an error. But the second? The second was a confirmation of falling. She knew it was inevitable. The medium sized plane hadn't been in tip-top shape to begin with. Face had proclaimed that it was air worthy. 

"[color=B6B6B4]Just got repaired yesterday.[/color]" Face beamed at Hannibal proudly as they scooped out their route to steal the air craft. If there had been any other options Hannibal might have made Face keep looking. The bird was older than she was. But with the government breathing down their back they needed to move quick. Pity this was their only option.

Hannibal pulled out her lighter and struggled to light her cigar as the plane began to experience even worse turbulence. She laughed a loud as she heard Face complain about their crashing. Like he was surprised. Maybe he was. It was hard to tell sometimes if he knew all his lies or if he was even lying to himself.

Cigar finally lit Hannibal took a long drag and looked over at their Sergeant. Still snug as a bug and strapped in tight. Hannibal took another long drag as the plane began to tilt in a downwards direction. Hannibal was never fond of waiting for anything. It was a habit she had been forced to curb first by her father than by the military. Having to wait for a plane to crash? Not something she enjoyed even if she could listen to Face squawk and complain. 

The ground was near now. Hannibal could see the tops of trees in the window. Then came the landing. Hannibal's body snapped against the seat belt and her cigar went flying. 

[color=808000][i]Son of a bitch[/i][/color]. Hannibal could clearly remember thinking after the plane settled. Of the whole trip that was what annoyed her the most. A good cigar wasted.

Hannibal slowly undid her seat belt as the trauma of the crash passed. There was silence for a few moments and she feared the worst. Then she hear Face's lovely voice from up front cussing. One accounted for. She finally undid the latch and staggered over to B.A. The woman was still out and completely fine. How she always managed that unconscious was beyond Hannibal. Maybe being limp did help?

"[color=808000]How we doing Captain?[/color]" Hannibal was more steady as she poked her head into the cockpit. [color=808000]"All limbs still attached?[/color]"

"[color=B6B6B4]I'm fine Hannibal. Thanks for asking.[/color]" The LT. grumbled from his position in the co-pilot's seat. He was a little rumpled with a possible bruise forming on his shoulder (most likely from the restraints) but fine.

"[color=808000]Good.[/color]" Hannibal clasped his (uninjured) shoulder. "[color=808000]Go get the guns and check on B.A.[/color]" She turned her attention back to Murdock as Face complained but did as asked.