Emissary | T'Challa

2 - Trapped

When Sophia became aware of being awake again, the first thing she realized was that she couldn't move her right arm. There was pain in her forearm and her chest, and while the first source of pain wasn't explainable, Sophia knew where the pain in her chest was coming from. The seatbelt of the quinjet had been well made, and kept her in the seat.

The dark-haired woman opened her eyes but everything was still dark. No sounds reached her ears, which meant that the freak storm had cleared away. Which was one good thing, out of a lot of bad things.

She pulled on her arm, trying to free it, but all that resulted from that was a spike of pain up her arm. A curse slipped from her mouth and a tear rolled down her cheek. What was she going to do? How was she supposed to get out if her arm was stuck? And what about Briar and Cam?

"Briar?" Sophia called out, "Cam?"

"Soph?" came Cam's voice from the cockpit.

"Cam! Are you okay?"

"I'm a little bit stuck, but I'm alright. How about you?"

"My arm is stuck, I think it's broken. And these seat belts really do their job, they kept my right where I was supposed to be, but my chest hurts like hell."

"Okay, I'm gonna see if we have any power in here..." Cam's voice trailed off and disappeared for a minute, before light flickered through the quinjet, giving them light enough to see. There was a gaping hole in the roof of the quinjet, and a piece of the debris was laying over Sophia's arm. Across from her, Briar's seat was tipped to the side, and she was lying unconscious in her seat.

"Oh, god..." Sophia said upon seeing her friend.

"What?" Cam asked. Some of the debris from the hole in the roof had fallen across the doorway into the cockpit, leaving only a small portion still open.

"Briar is unconscious. Her seat is tipped sideways... she's gonna have a nasty bruise from that seat belt," the woman explained.

"Can you get out of your seat?" Cam asked.

"No, my arm is really stuck. I can unbuckle my seatbelt, but that's all."

"I don't think that I can out of here, either. The door is blocked too much for me to get through," Cam told her and Sophia cursed again. They were going to be stuck here for a long time if no one could get free of their restraints, or get past the debris.

Sophia quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and readjusted herself in her seat so that she wasn't in an awkward position with her arm. Using her free hand, Sophia did her best to lift the piece of debris off of her arm. With little more than an inch of space, Sophia's arm slid free with only a little bit of difficulty.

Once her arm was free, Sophia was sure that her arm was broken, and cradled it to her chest, hoping that they would be able to create a sling for her arm soon before it was unable to be set properly. The woman limped over to Briar and touched a hand to her friend's neck, feeling her pulse and then feeling relieved.

"Briar's okay," Sophia called to Cam. No response came. "Cam?"

She moved to the small opening looking into the cockpit, but didn't see the brunet anywhere. Which was concerning, just a little bit. Where could he have gone in the couple of minutes between her unbuckling herself, getting her arm free and then checking to see if Briar had a pulse? Had someone taken him? That thought was a troubling one.

"I thought you were stuck?"

Sophia just about jumped out of her skin when Cam's voice came from behind and above her. Whirling around, she saw him crouched on the edge of the opening in the roof.

"What the hell? How did you get out?" she asked him.

"The front windshield of the quinjet opens in case the back entry is blocked," he explained simply, dropping down in front of her.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," she accused, punching her friend in the arm.

Cam just rolled his eyes. "We need to patch that hole up and move that debris from the doorway. If we can get communication back up, we can send word to SHIELD that we crashed. If the satellite gets going again, we can also figure out where we are."

"And I need a sling."

"Right. Okay, let's get moving."

Once Sophia's arm was in a sling made from a piece of one of Cam's shirts, she managed to get Briar out of the seat and laying down on the floor. She put a makeshift pillow under her head and threw a blanket overtop of her.

Cam managed to move the piece of debris enough that they could get in and out of the cockpit easily. The doorway wasn't fully uncovered, but there was a big enough space for passage, so that was good enough.

Using a tarp, Cam and Sophia were able to cover the hole in the roof to provide some protection, should it start to rain again, or should any kind of inclimate weather appear. They were protected from the elements when they were inside the quinjet, but their rations would only get them so far. They needed to make contact with someone if they were going to survive.

Now that they were set up in their little shelter, the pair got to work on the tech, hoping to get the radio and satellite back up and working so that they could get a message to their bosses and figure out where the hell they were.

After a while of working on that, Sophia decided to work on beds instead, since they would need somewhere to sleep for however many nights they would be there. They could hope that they would be rescued, but they would be here for a few nights at least.