Jeanette walked in to the tent that was designated as the briefing area for this mission, her Lancer she held by a leather sling she had made herself grafted to the rifle's stock and barrel cover via welding over her shoulder and across her chest. Her armor lacked the hooks the older armor models had and the newer magnetic clamps on the back that newer models possessed. Her repair kit itself was a large leather pouch she kept on the small of her back, her portable welding torch kept in a pouch on her waist and other supplies scattered about where ammunition for a secondary weapon would be stored. Her snub pistol kept in an old fashioned leather holster on her right thigh. Her long past regulation shoulder length hair was kept in a ponytail behind her head, her bangs all held out of her face behind her.<br/><br/>As she stepped in behind the medic whom she got a brief look at in the barracks, she noted two men looking her over, one wearing his helmet even in the brief room and the other without. Jeanette didn't bother asking them what they were looking at, she knew full well what and why they were looking at. Strolling over to one chair she chose to stand rather than sit to listen to the briefing, which she didn't pay attention to much though she got the jist of the mission. As she watched the captain go about his brief, her hand strayed to underneath her armor and drew out the small silver cross that had belonged to the one she cared so much for, toying with it idly until the briefing was done. Though to an outsider might see it as her being religious, such was not the case as she began to tune the brief out, her gaze directed at the map but the emptiness behind it suggesting she was seeing something else.<br/><br/>In her mind, she was seeing her youngest in place of the table, Gloria. The child was holding up a broken toy that Jeanette had made from scrap parts of metal, her lower lip pouting outwards and a pleading look in her eyes. To this memory brought to life, Jeanette smiled.<br/><br/>The young pilot was dragged from her daydream as the captain dismissed them and she stowed the religious amulet back underneath her armor where it belonged when she was on mission. As the sergeant held the tent flap open, she was the first to leave and by the way she walked she was in a bit of a hurry if not eager to get wheels up and fly out. This would be made even more clear as she began jogging to the chopper as soon as it was in sight, climbing in to the pilot's seat and began flicking switches and adjusting levers, the engine sputtering a bit at first as it began to start and the blades began to spin. As she worked the chopper's motor to prepare it for lift off, she began her chatter with the air control,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">COG ground control, this is Foxtrot Six Kilo-Ranger-Five-Six-Two, requesting disarmament of surface to air defenses and permission to lift off."</span>Jeanette spoke in to the microphone, given how her hands had to be on the controls at all times, anything she said would be put in to the microphone.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Hello everyone, this is your pilot, Jenny Kriegzehr speaking. Military regulations designate this a non-smoking King Raven helicopter, for those of you in our frequent flier program you will be earning one thousand air miles today. As always, the air sickness bags are located underneath your seat.</span>" She began her usual speech to the people in the chopper as she waited for clearance from the ground control to take off, "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Our in-flight movie today is Uniform Manwiches: Trouser-Monsters</span>"<br/><br/>The clearance came a moment or two later and Jeanette flicked the last few switches that made the rotors spin with enough speed to lift the chopper in to the air, she let the rotor engines do their job in lifting the chopper a good one thousand meters above the ground before she tilted the control stick forward and the chopper's nose pointed downwards and the blades began to pull it forward, in the direction of the mountains and the town of Ilinar.<br/><br/>Within a good ten minutes, the mountain range they were to approach came close enough that Jeanette would have to raise her altitude. Normally chopper pilots would elect to raise their altitude so they were above the mountains, being a much safer option in terms of terrain but left themselves open for anyone who cared to aim long ranged ordinance at them. Jeanette did what her reputation famed her to do, she raised her altitude to enter the rocky mountain range and increased the incline of the chopper so they would speed up a bit, increasing the rotor speed with a light push of a handle so they would maintain altitude.<br/><br/>From the radio headset she wore came the childish question of "Are we there yet?" and then the complaint about being cooped up in the chopper for too long. To which, she smirked a bit,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">If it's a bit too crowded in here for you, feel free to take a walk out the doors to your right and left, plenty of space out there.</span>" came her response, her tone was sarcastic but also was suggesting it as a possibility and indeed it was, if the COG was capable of flying.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye she saw a red light blink a few times until she keyed it to let the computer know she had seen it and it was a scan of the terrain of them ahead along with an air flow report. The results, to any other pilot would be somewhat alarming as there were many shifts in the mountains and the turbulent flow was going to conflict with the direction they were traveling. That combined with a layer of fog that made depth perception even more difficult, it would be quite the entertaining time for Jeanette, a wet-bedded nightmare for any sane pilot though.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Hold on to your lunch-rolls, boys and girls, rough air ahead.</span>" Jeanette reported and not even a second had passed as she issued her warning did the chopper begin to buck and rock from side to side as the pockets of thick air or flow were broken by the chopper or forced it to shift slightly to get out of its way. To exacerbate any fears the passengers might be having, she flew just a few meters above the layer of fog. The results of her flying would make it impossible for anyone in the mountain town to see them until they were somewhat near the city limits and the echo of the chopper's blades made it impossible to judge the distance.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">ETA on Ilinar is three minutes, Staff Sergeant.</span>" She reported as she looked to her nagivation in relation to where they were in the mountain range, "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Care to enlighten me on which end of the city the base is on or should I just guess?</span>"<br/><br/>In front of them was a mountain peak and she was flying too low to get over it just now and for whatever reason, she didn't pull the stick back to lift the chopper above it. She could see it clearly despite the fog due to the trees and rough topped ridge in front of her. In fact, she increased the chopper's incline and raised the RPM on the rotors to make them go faster. Biting her bottom lip and smiling that dare-deviled look she often got when flying and about to pull stunts, waiting until the last second to pull up and away from the mountain's surface. The result was the chopper about to hit the mountain before it jerked back and the incline was almost sixty degrees. The speed gathered from the initial approach transferred over and shot them over the peak and in to eye view of anyone in the town who cared to look their direction. After a few moments of ascent, Jeanette leveled out the Chopper and lowered the RPM of the rotors, causing their altitude decrease and them to slow down as she hovered over the town and headed towards the coast at roughly five thousand meters, well out of reach of any small arms fire but any sort of anti-air defenses in the abandoned town wouldn't have any problem painting the chopper for targeting.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll look out your windows you'll see the abandoned town of Ilinar. Tourist hotspots include casinos, red light districts and five star hotels.</span>" She spoke over the microphone as most of the squad were probably collecting themselves from the quick adrenaline rush she may have given them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>