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Mags smiles, feeling lost. All she could hear from the people around her was muffled, even the big guy in the nice suit.

Was this a briefing? Who holds a briefing in flight? This wasn't a rescue mission, it was a transport flight, only without those little packets of honey roasted peanuts.

He was waving his hands towards the window where she could see land, finally. Hopefully this meant they'd be landing soon, but when she glances back, he was holding up a tablet with "Noetic Energy" and a constantly changing percentage sign of just over 50%. 

Clearly this was somehow important, but why try to tell them now? And why were people checking their phones?

Reaching inside her field jacket, Mags pulls out her phone - there was no signal. She slips it back and glances around her curiously. What did they expect? They were flying out over Pacific waters, they'd been out of range of cell towers for a long while now. Hopefully they had one on the island, or at least payphones. Otherwise there were going to be a lot of upset people on and off the island.

Her brother and his friends would definitely come looking for her if she stayed quiet too long.