When the bay doors of the plane opened I unstrapped myself from my seat and took the suitcase in hand. Once I was off the plane it was a rather nasty surprise to find myself on the wrong end of a very large gun with a large group of men armed to the teeth yelling orders to ransack the plane in rough Portuguese. Annoyed I relinquish my hold on the suitcase when a man who smelled heavily of alcohol ripped it from my hand. As they ripped through the planes cargo I was roughly shoved to the ground and my hands roughly bound behind me.
Annoyed I lay face in the dirt watching the men rip through the suitcase throwing the provided clothing on the ground soiling them. After the men tore through the planes full content they jerked me up from the ground violently making my teeth snap together as they roughly tied my hands with a corse worn down rope in front of me leaving a lead to drag me by.
One of the men grabbed the lead and violently jerked me forward his intent clearly to jerk me off my feet. I quickly moved with his movement and slammed into him knocking him down. He cursed and yelled out in a dielect I didn't understand. I had a bad feeling about what was to come.