Virginia's eyes were closed in thought as she fell. She hadn't angled to Jake yet. She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd failed the mission. She hadn't anticipated an attack. She'd thought the criminals in the plane would lead her to the second group of warlords. The second group had ties to Calvert, according to her intel.
She couldn't think of any way to salvage this.
Perhaps visiting the plane's wreckage and finding one of the warlords alive. Using them to get to Calvert. If possible. Not all of them—maybe none of them—would know how to get to Calvert's people. She needed names and locations.
Couldn't think of anything.
Had no leads.
So Virginia fell.