The bag remained still for some minutes after the last buckle came off. Jane had experienced a shut down for the first time in years when her brothers came knocking. With a hiss of modem static and mumbled curses she tumbled out of the bag onto the tarmac.
Hands clutched to her chest, fingers still broken and twisted, Jane took all the gathered warmongers in from the floor.
"I'm going to kill you all some day."
Sitting up she flexed her fingers, bones cracking again as the slid back into place.
"WHAT?! What are you all staring at? Give me a goddamn drink already."