There is a large open area in the hangar that can also be used for training.

Inside the hangar sits a Quinjet ,
lockers with various tools and equipment for repairs.

As William walked  with the others to the hangar he turned to the Barbarian.
You mentioned you did not pull punches very well. I don’t think it will be much of a problem in this situation. If the people are not on DMZ they won’t be attacking, more likely they will be cowering or hiding.  Those on DMZ should have a high enough tolerance to take the hit.

As the doors opened for the hangar William looked at the others Anyone have any flying experience? he asked, Knowing no one didn’t but trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Inside the hangar there was only one Quinjet, The Jet was a smaller version used by S.H.I.E.L.D. It was about 10 meters wide.
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Harbinger was silent as she considered the potential outcomes. The creature playing with her mind her emotions... "I Know it hurts you when I'm depressed. When i dont produce the right chemicals... If I can't find a way to keep you fed... You'll need to find a better partner. I don't want to drag you down with me." she thought to herself. Until recently killing and torturing Monsters had given her everything she needed. But thanks to this demon and Martin Gore of Depeche Mode who she had been feuding with she she began to see things from a different perspective. And all of the death she caused didn't make her feel better. Nothing could make her feel better. She was too twisted and broken to be fixed. She was going to die. But she could spare her partner.

Two walked behind everyone quietly. When William asked the question she perked up.
Well if you give me a few minutes, I can probably figure it out.

She said knowing the linguistic ability with mechanical aspect of the Quinjet could guide her through the process.
But she suddenly realized what William was doing. She was glad to have answered anyway incase the actual need did come up.

She looked at the jet once they passed the hangar doors.
Are you sure I can't fly it? She asks suddenly wanting to learn the ins and outs of flying it.

Bloodrager just grunted. He might know what an airplane was, when his human side was dominant, but fly one? No clue at all. He didn't even understand how to drive a car.