CIA Jet (Heading to Alaska, U.S.A.)

I dragged my eyes open, feeling my whole body throb at the rhythm of my erratic pulse. Next to me sat a burly agent with a buzz cut.

"He's waking up, Agent Chang."

"Give him another dose of tranquillizers, Doctor. We're still hours away."

"Yes, Madam!" answered someone with a thick British accent.

Bleary eyed, I watched a white blur come closer and stop at my side. I struggle to focus, felt a prick and lost the battle to remain conscious. I let myself go, lulled by buzzing of a turbine.