Claire plopped down on her bed.<br/><br/>She got up. Usually she would fly in order to take her mind off things but now it would just remind her of her partner. And it got her thinking of Mark.<br/><br/>At first she'd been suspicious of him as well since he had an American heritage. Many who had enemy bloodlines came to this station because Carim felt sympathy for them since he was french and few others would take them. Therefore the base was often divided into those who had that kind of heritage and those who weren't.<br/><br/>That had changed when he took a bullet for her on a mission.<br/><br/>Thinking of Mark made her think of the Fire Wing. Where had he gone? He'd dissapeared around the same time that Mark was shot down. Could it be that those two incidents were related? Word was that he'd been transferred to the Chinese front.<br/><br/>"Hey Dennis we're going to the shooting range. Wanna come?"<br/><br/>Claire blinked and rolled off the bed. She supposed it was a good way to spend the rest of the day "Yeah sure!"