(Originally published to my Livejournal)

Drip drip drip. Her face was wet as a leak in the roof dripped a clear liquid that she could only assume to be water down onto her face. Opening a groggy eye, the fighter pilot found her vision to be fuzzy. Her body hurt, from the crash into the sea or from other reasons.

Her mind was thick and soupy, what had happened? Finally managing to clear her vision enough, Mac found herself in a dark and dank holding cell. Her legs were covered in gashes and bruises, as well as her arms and through the holes in her tank top she could see her body was as well.

She could hear foot steps down the corridor. Perhaps it was someone from the DAF coming to save her? She told herself that was only wishful thinking.

The throbbing in her head overcame her again, and Mackenzie passed out again.