Alexander kept glancing at the map on his lap along with a compass he managed to procure prior to the trip. No matter how he saw it, they were heading East, which was the complete opposite direction of where they wanted to go. He got to his feet, the two of his guards accompanying him glancing up at his sudden movement. He gestured for them to stay put and wet to the cockpit to speak with the pilot. Come to think of it, he had yet to hear from the pilot. He turned the handle of door and it swung open to reveal an empty cockpit. Alarms rang in his head. He glanced to the either side to see the plane being escorted by several fighter jets of the British Royal Air Force. Yet... he did not recall autopilots taking over any flight completely with no pilot. He dropped into the seat and flipped the switch, turning auto pilot off and righting the aircraft in the right direction.<br/><br/>It was at that point when he noticed flickering outside the aircraft. The fighter jets dropped their holographic disguise and sped away, allowing him a brief glance of the Armenian Advanced Airforce symbol before cutting into the clouds. His guards, alarmed by the sudden change in course had ran down to the cockpit to see what had happened and Alexander responded in Russian, "A test, from Armenia. They know the game we're playing."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br/><br/>Touka strode down the rows of mechs placed on the open concrete ground. Once she had found the one she was assigned to, she climbed up the side, ignoring the ladder placed conveniently beside the vehicle. She donned her helmet, the pneumatics hissing temporarily to check the air pressure before booting up the Combat Operating System. Their briefing was usually conducted while they were already in their mechs. "Open briefing," She commanded as the hatch sealed her in.<br/><br/>A black screen and the words "sound only" in red with a red line at the bottom appeared on the inside of her helmet. "In previous hours," The line jumped, "we have determined a potential resistance group, a team of individuals grouped together to disrupt the city's functions. You are to extract data and disperse their gathering. You are to capture any Esper on sight, the rest may be eliminated via kinetic means, thermal weaponry or explosives. You will be dropped in a urban location of Area ten, previously known as London. Pilots are reminded to prevent data loss of their own equipment."<br/><br/>Touka tapped her helmet once, resetting the screen and causing the weapons interface to leap up. She tested her weapons and checked her ammunition count. The mech mimicked her actions as she rolled her shoulders, "Number Ten, ready for pick up."