The steady roar of the turbo engines woke me with a start.
“Report” I said groggily to the nearest trooper.
“We’re still flying over the ocean Sir,” said Jenkins sharply. “ETA in 5 minutes.”
“Thanks,” I told him, almost half-heartedly.
I looked around the drop ship, only to find 12 pairs of eyes looking back at me, with an eager, almost hopeful look in their gaze.
I got up, and walked over to the only window in the carrier section of the plane. What I saw through it was simply amazing. It was an ocean of the most beautiful cerulean colour, and it sparkled like there were millions of diamonds floating on top, riding the calm waves in a peaceful, majestic way. A hard slap on my shoulder brought me back from the lul I was in.
“We are coming up on shore pretty soon captain,” said Roger, taking his thick hand off my shoulder.
A sharp jolt rocked the plane. We were too low in the atmosphere for it to be turbulance. I went to check on the pilot. She was dead.