It was a pitch dark night as Agent Snow neared the dropzone, perfect for a quiet landing. He'd been sent when rumours of the fighting in the city had reached the ears of the agency, but they hadnt told him much. All he knew was that he was to land at the dropzone, establish a headquarters, and make contact with local foxes in the vicinity. All this had something to do with a scroll.
The pilot called back over the loudspeaker, " now nearing the dropzone, make final prepaeations for decent." Snow stood up and grabbed the bar above him. Lean muscles readied themselve as adrenaline rushed through his bod. He stood in his jumpsuit brimming with anticipation. "30 second!" yelled Captain Lees, a gruff and grey old fox. He was a veteran of the last war and taught Snow damn near everything he knew, and he insisted on seeing him off for this mission. He hit the door release and a whoosh of air rushed into the hold; Snow was glad of his tight grip on the bar above him.
Final check. Chutes on tight. Lees was ready to push the crate out after him, filled with his equipment. The drop zone was in sight beneath him as he stepped up to the edge. 3...2...1...
He let go and the plane left his feet, as he fell he turned and waved to Lees, then focused on the fast approaching earth beneath. He pulled his chute and landed in in the forest, in a small clearing just outside a cave. Gathering his chute, he looked up to see his supplies fall further into a forest. He almost had his chute tucked awa when he heard voices from inside the cave and ducked low, burying himself under a tree just outside the cave entrance. 'They must've heard the plane' he thought to himself, crouching lower into the snow, and waiting.