Hangars
Kray chuckled, feeling a bit better,..aye Mate..but don't we all...grew up.. me father was clippin' sheep, and me mother was working the truck stop... if it wasn't fer Football, i'd never seen university...then the NAvy bloke popped up showing me this magazine..and i right took to it , i did...but every Bloody step o' the way, there was some bastard like Timochev..had all the answer, an' all the money..me? all i had was skill.. he winked,An' a bloody short temper.
he moves to find his Suit. checks the seals and all, gets fitted up with his weapons secured on the suit.
when he gets back to the aircraft, He looks at the fellow and says,..now? what i'm bloody hopin' fer is i don't see a damn thing, and i come back in after a coup laps up and down the top and bottom of MArco..but if I see somethin'..I'm callin' right away..somethin' isn't right..I'm just hopin' we took bloody care of it , before everyone woke up...
he Climbs into the aircraft and ctraps in. setting his pad on his knee, and flicked the switches...hear the engines warm up..using the taxi thrusters to lift her a foot of the deck. and ease her out of the flight line...How's my Lassie then?..Feeling like a proper bird... Now..lets see if any buggers messed with out home...
'Lady' taxied towards Hanger 2.. the aircraft hovered in place..its wings wiggled abit, almost as if it was as ready to go As Shadow.
Hookingout the cockpit, He grined at Hanshel.. when he opened the door, he gave the Salute as if Hanshel was a deck boss...easing Lady out... then fired off a few 100 yards away from the ship...
He banked her around until he was at the bow end of the ship...on top... then began to make a slow cruise over the top. Looking for anything, that may seem out of place.