Flight-Opps
"Wallace, da... Good pilot yes. But this Wallace I think will be a surprise for you though. Is not that bloke Kelly Wallace from 151st squadron you flew with in India red flag." He grins. "Same name though. And Piirinen, yes, good choice. He crazy like you."
"Captains, commanders... That will not be problem. Is just rank, da? We all in same, how you say, boat? We all in same boat here. Captain, commander, sergeant, I do not care how your country calls your rank, and neither should they. If they do, they answer to me, or Ascott. Out there..." he points at the one outside window the quarters has. Judging by the occasional rock drifting by the Polo was at full speed now. "Out there, we all the same, and we all equal."
"I will lie to you not. Some might not agree on my choices, but they are my choices, and I am the commander here. When I give order, I expect it followed. If not, I hand out ground duties easy. They know. You have not trained with us, but I know you are good pilot. I have seen first hand. I trust you can lead flight three.
He leans closer to Shadow, his voice softer now, as if discussing a conspiracy, or sharing a big secret. "I studied you Shadow. You really are good pilot, but hothead. Always trying to steal show. Yet I also see you fly when leading a wing. Thats when you show you are great pilot. Then you think. So i let you lead wing. You make smart choices when responsible for others."
"Anyways..." he stands up, tossing the bottle in a trash compactor. "This stuff not even good for giving to black bear. We should go, conference hall awaits. Everyone should be up by now. Lets go meet the team."