"The 16-seater chartered plane, bound for Paris, crashed into an area of rice fields that has now been turned into wreckage. Officials presume that all fifteen occupants, including pilots and crew, died. They are currently investigating the cause of the accident."
The neutral voice of a young reporter speak into the microphone in front of the crash site. Although the area was cordoned off so as not to interfere with the work of the police and aviation safety officers who were tasked with determining the cause of the accident, several media outlets were continually trying to get close and disrupt their work.
A young woman dressed in a collared shirt with rolled-up sleeves and dark pants exuded a confident aura. Although her eyes are visibly tired from the trip, she's looking at the scene of the accident through square-rimmed glasses.
Dr. Busaya, or Bua as she was known, arrived at the crash site after receiving a direct call from her supervisor that morning. A few hours later, Bua was talking to the officer in charge of coordinating the scene of the plane crash.
"Just a moment, please. I need to check the list of names first."
Bua nodded as she adjusted her glasses on her nose and brushed aside a small strand of short hair that fell over her face to improve her vision.
"I am replacing Professor Dr. Nissara."
Bua explained, handing over her PhD student ID card, which had not yet been returned to the Graduate Studies Directorate, to identify herself.
"At the moment, the professor is abroad."
The officer responsible for registering the people involved at the accident site looked down to consult the documents and check the list of names again.
"Here it is. Professor Dr. Nissara from the Institute of Bioanthropology."
Then she looked at the list until she found Bua's name, which was right below the name of the advisor, listed as the professor's replacement.
"Yes, the professor is my advisor. She is attending a seminar in Panama, so she asked me to come in her place."
"Please sign here and we will provide you with your identification badge."
The officer said in a calm voice.
"If you have any problems or need additional equipment, please let me know, Dr. Busaya."
The coordinating officer added, handing over the registration documents for signature.
"All right," Dr. Busaya said as she handed back the signed paper.
"Thank you very much for coming to help us. This way, please."
The coordinator said.
"The operations center and your work tent are on this side. Later in the evening, someone will take you to the accommodation. We are preparing everything. This night may still be a little turbulent."
"No problem, thank you very much."
Busaya positioned herself in front of the access to the crash site. It had been about twenty hours since the small passenger plane crashed in a rural area in the central province of the country. Estimates were that all fifteen passengers, including the pilot and crew, had died, but the search for survivors continued unceasingly.
She watched the rescue dogs actively patrolling around the site, and firefighters in fluorescent orange uniforms spread out around the area to be prepared in case new fires broke out. About four hours earlier, Bua had received a call from Professor Dr. Nissara, her advisor, asking her to go to the scene immediately to help the police identify the victims.
