[ WP ] While you are awake , you are immortal and invincible ... but while you 're asleep , you 're just as vulnerable to death as anyone else .

`` How long have you been awake?'' he asks. 
 
 It takes me a minute to process the question. Body's strong, brain's weak. Always gets like this, sooner or later. 
 
 `` Uh, I think... maybe three days? A little more, maybe.'' He hands me a coffee in a paper cup. It's pitch black, lukewarm, and awful bitter, but I drink it anyway. There's no coffee maker on the plane. He must've brought a Thermos or something. Very thoughtful. 
 
 `` You ever try meth?'' he asks. `` Or coke? Did n't the Germans do that at Stalingrad?'' One more gulp and I finish the coffee. 
 
 `` Worked out real well for them, I understand. Tell you what: you find me some meth, and I'm happy to try it.'' 
 
 `` I'm on it, buddy.'' He checks his watch. `` We should head to the bomb bay. We're almost there.'' 
 
 Downstairs, he goes over the plan slow and simple while I stand by the bomb bay doors. I'm sure we've talked about this before, but I barely remember my name at this point. I stumbled down the stairs. He had to catch me. I mean, I would've been fine if I had fallen. He's just a nice guy like that. 
 
 `` You understand everything?'' 
 
 I nod. He checks his watch. 
 
 `` Alright. Ten seconds. Get ready.'' 
 
 I stand over the doors, two explosive charges in hand. He counts down. 5. 4. 3. 2. I jump. 1. The doors open. 
 
 I fall for a long time. It's cold, and the air stings a little. I spread my arms out to guide myself toward the building below. I recognize it from the map on the plane. We'd marked it with a little red circle. 
 
 I wonder if the people down there can see me. *Look, up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's -- * 
 
 And then they're gone. I barely even feel myself make contact with the roof of the building. At this speed, I smash through the top two floors before I have time to blink, and land in the basement. Looks like they had a bunch of locks on the door. Did n't help much. 
 
 My target is across the room, scrambling away from me in the rubble. He has a gun. I do n't care much. I walk up to him, the bullets bouncing off my face, and push him against the wall. Shove a hand in his pocket and pull out two flash drives. That's what we're here for. 
 
 The explosives were supposed to be used in case I missed and needed a way in to the basement. I do n't have much use for them now, so I figure I might as well find one. Nicer than doing this the old fashioned way. I toss one towards him and wait a few seconds. Boom. He's dead. The building collapses around me. Holy fuck, am I tired. 
 
 Forty thousand feet up, I'm sure they know I did the job. I've got three more this week. Fuck. 
 
 I crawl through the rubble, my clothes already shredded and my hair slightly singed. I'm supposed to walk towards the mountains until I meet up with another contact. Then another plane and another bombing run. 
 
 I ca n't wait to fucking sleep.
