>LACKLAND AFB, SAN ANTONIO
>0400 HRS


Waking up this early sucked, yea it wasn't your usual 9-5 being in the airforce but getting up this early for an assignment, a flight in the less sucked. Gwen groaned as her alarm went off in her room on base, the alarm had become a hated sound by the young airman.  She went to slam it off with a fist of steel, leaving her phone silent and emotionally hurt if it too had emotions. She dragged her sorry ass out of bed, like a snake she wiggled around on the hard floor before she regained her composure of sorrow. She had regretted taking an assignment like this if it meant getting up this early, fuck that Foster guy.  She had already packed the night before as to prepare herself for this very moment, this moment, of course, would be her most trying.  She internally sighed now wide awake in her room, she grabbed onto her suitcase and leave passed which was approved by her command - the wonders of shady friends in the dark.

After a quick shower and brushing of the teeth, Gwen made her way towards the front entrance of her lodgings. She mentally was going over what she packed, her USBs and programs her computer (for extensive downtime) and her uniform and a few other articles. Upon exiting the front lobby she was greeted by a blacked-out, black on black GMC SUV. It was a cool car, but the driver was not cool. He was all tight-lipped and didn't even help her put her stuff in the back of the car. It was whatever Gwen was her own woman and did it herself. She jumped into the car and without many words exchanged, they were off to the races. Except it was San Antonio INTL, the driver went to ask Gwen something but by the time he did she was already out and sound asleep. Whatever it was, it wasn't important enough to wake her for it.

Upon arriving at the airport, she woke up with a jolt to the driver's touch. "We're here, miss." He said curtly, Gwen simply responded with a big yawn "Awesoooooooooooooooome." she said as she pulled herself out of the SUV, the driver had been kind enough to bring her luggage out of the trunk of the car.  She thanked him and quickly made it inside the airport, still trying to recall what her dream was. Just another weird nightmare where the hands from her computer almost killed her, it was scary how digital shit can be so real somedays. Literally, people got pulled through a fucking computer! Her mind traveled back when they bombed that sum-bitches warehouse and how awesome it was to fly that drone.

Back, in reality, she had been auto-piloting herself from the reception passed security and to her gate, no issues really. She googled how long it would take her to get there, something like 5-6 hours or some shit like that. Gwen sighed at the travel time, was it really worth it to go out in to buttfuck east-coastie land? She felt defeated as she remembered she had already signed on and wasn't planning to fuck off the spooky guys who called her, besides getting out of Texas was good she didn't really want to stick around considering her situation with her father.

Gwen woke up, not really remembering falling asleep on the flight - no it was not inception as she had thought. The flight touched down, she remembers sitting down on the plane beside some weird old man. He was gone now but the flight was ready to disembark, everyone was antsy to get out of the plane. Like sheep just pushing themselves to slaughter, the thought was morbid but simply what came to mind at the time. Gwen pulled herself off the plane and headed to find her baggage, she waited for all the bags to come flying out from being checked in on the conveyor belts. Doing stuff like this was not normal it didn't feel right. She had been in the airforce for to long to really enjoy doing stuff like this, or normal stuff if you could call it normal anymore.

She hauled herself to the outside of Yeager Airport, where another suspicious ride was waiting for her. Going to check if was her Spec-ops uber, she went to the driver if he was in fact her driver. He was an unimpressed blond, now more awake than before Gwen took in the views. The thirties, body-builder looking guy, half Asian white dude. Looked like he eats bricks and stuff for breakfast, that was cool but he probably wasn't much of a talker either. She did try him though, halfway through their magical drive to who knows where she tried asking what the hell was going on. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Don't worry." The man said firmly, as it didn't really help reinforce anything positive about the drive. She elected not to say anything at all in hopes she wouldn't be killed for breaking any kind of secret code.
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>SOMEWHERE IN WEST VIRGINIA
>THE SAFEHOUSE
>1800HRs

They had arrived, this time Gwen didn't really sleep as she slept the whole day but she yearned to sleep just a bit more. She was tired, probably because she knew nothing but this was the spec ops life she guessed. Stepping out of the car she got the bag herself this time since the guy was an asshole. While taking her suitcase out, she looked up to the sky. It was a good day out, yet she was stuck here. She went to the door and knocked on it. "Howdy?" She said, there was a twang in her voice - she was from Texas!