"I just wanted to know since we were flying for a pretty long while. We're heading back to base. My squadron will follow us there. Each of the assorted aircraft they're flying are mine. Then there's the six that are flying aircraft extremely similar to mine. Those are the primary members of the squadron." Hunter said as he pushed his engines into afterburn and screamed away back to Area 88.<br/><br/>By the time Shin and the other Area 88 pilots had gotten in the air they received a notification that the bandits had all been shot down and they were sent on routine patrols in case the rebels decided to exact their revenge. Shin watched Hunter's craft scream past as Shin flew towards his assigned sector.<br/><br/>Hunter braked hard and lowered his landing gear as he looped down and landed softly. He quickly taxied his aircraft to his hanger before turning it around and reversing the thrust. He then slowly backed into the hanger and popped open his canopy. He hopped out and then sprinted to the mess hall to begin cooking.<br/><br/>Hunter entered the kitchen and the mess lady had her hand s on her hips and a stern look on her face. She opened her mouth to speak but Hunter cut her off. "I'm a professional chef and I have a date to cook a meal for. So if you don't mind, could you step out of the way please?"<br/><br/>The mess lady's jaw dropped and she immediately stepped out of the way. Hunter then began gathering the ingredients.