The plane shuddered. Whether from wind, or a sudden drop in speed, or from the flak he could hear popping dangerously around him wasn't clear. But it shook, giving him something to focus on besides his nerves.
He looked around the interior of the plane, empty but for him and his aide, heavy steel arcs silent in the overhead gloom. Thin lines of light outlined the rear of plane, flashing brighter and dimmer as explosions went off somewhere in the night and then dissipated.
His aide couldn't lift his eyes, stared at the floor in silence. They both knew that once Jim left the plane with his package, that was it. They'd almost certainly never see each other again.
"You doing OK?"
His aide looked up and then quickly away. "Yeah."
The plane groaned, dipped to the left, straightened out.
"Alright, this is the spot," the pilot said over the radio. "Gotta do it now." The aide took a breath and walked to the door, pulling it open quickly, urgently. A dark gray patch of sky came into view, the tops of clouds glowing in sync with the lines at the back of the plane. The thuds of exploding flak and the whine of the plane's propellers were only slightly louder.