Chapter 43: Welcome To The Mission
The whine of the aircraft's engines hummed through the air as we boarded the military transport.
I followed the others inside, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety bubbling beneath my skin. I was about to go on a real mission.
A real, high-stakes, elite military operation, and yet here I was—just Sidney, the ex-maid-turned-martial-artist, caught somewhere between a heartbreak and a battlefield.
The low hum of the aircraft's engines
resonated through the fuselage as I
stepped inside, following closely behind
Carl.
The interior was stark and utilitarian,
a far cry from the commercial flights l'd
known. Exposed metal beams lined the
ceiling, and the walls were adorned with
various equipment and cargo netting.
Rows of webbed nylon seats faced the
rear of the plane, a configuration typical
in military transport aircraft like the
C-130 Hercules. The scent of hydraulic
fluid and machine oil lingered in the air,
