The sound of a voice aroused Jenna to a confused state of wakefulness. Because of the darkness and the painful throbbing in her head, she didn't know where she was. There was a slight stench of when there were too many bodies in a small space, and a faint tang of sweat. Then, in a burst, she recalled the recovery mission and its execution, the alarms going off, her fight with the guards. She remembered slipping, falling. Putting a hand to her forehead, she felt a welt and a crust of hardened blood. Though the touch made her wince, the pain banished the remaining dizziness. Lifting her head, she looked about. She saw the dirty bodies of children, huddled into the van. The van? Was their mission successful? An important thought came to her mind, and she abruptly got up, and with her remaining strength shoved through the others to the front seat, where her comrades were seated. "Turn around!" she shouted, though her voice was hoarse. "Go the other way! The other other way." she said, stopping one of their questions before it came out. They relayed the instructions on the radio and turned around. It was then that they started hearing sirens coming from the direction they were going before. "How are you still alive?!?" one of the girls in the front said. "Pffft. Did you think I got shot or something?" she replied sarcastically. The girl didn't reply.