Her name was Dr. Jennifer S. Plimpton. At least, it had been, before the charter plane’s engine had coughed, sputtered, and died over the heart of the uncharted Congo basin.
As the helicopter lifted Jen Plimpton out of the Verduran Depths, she looked down at the Vaziri village. Omari and his people were gathered in a clearing, their hands raised in farewell. She heard their chant, carried on the humid wind, growing fainter and fainter. Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle
“What in the bloody…?” Finch began. Her name was Dr
She leaned her head back against the vibrating fuselage. Her body jiggled with every rotor thump. She smiled. It wasn’t the jiggle of embarrassment or apology. It was the jiggle of a woman who had learned that sometimes, the most unexpected weapon is the one you were born with. At least, it had been, before the charter