[right][color=00ff66][b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5659292]Mags[/url][/b][/color][/right]

When they boarded the helicopter, Mags just grabbed a couple of disposable ear plugs to roll and cram in her ears before climbing in the back, waving away the headset. While she'd just been a soldier for just a few years in the Romanian army, she'd quickly learned the importance of sleeping when you can. And with all these bodies crammed in together, the cabin was certainly warm enough.

Sadly, Mags had to turn in her cold weather parka when she left the army. She'd outgrown her clothes at home, and all she had really was her uniforms, with all the patches removed. At least they let her keep the fur hat. She was somewhat acclimated, but she hadn't time to get a decent coat before she had to report, but her father, uncles and aunt said they'd be sending her one. Not that she expected they be outside much.

But she was still a light sleeper, so when people began moving in their seats, her right eye shot open, followed by her left as they swept the cabin. Even with the headsets, were they actually trying to have a conversation over the roar of the engine and the beating of the rotors?

"I needed a job and this sounded interesting," she said loudly, hoping the person next to her could hear what she said. 

Her new employers were probably some kind of cult.