Anne heard Oni's shouted question about who was going to fly them, and turned. "Oh, I thought<em>you</em>were a pilot. Oh well, if you aren't you're no further use to me." She levelled the Berretta at Oni, aimed directly between the eyes. As she pulled the trigger, there was a click. "Oh man, your face!" She grinned at him and shoved the clip back into the weapon.<br/><br/>And then her expression turned hard. "Do not, ever, question my actions or orders again, or next time I won't eject the clip."<br/><br/>She turned to the others. "Anyone able to fly one of these things please raise your hand?"<br/><br/>She didn't actually care whether any of the others raised theirs, because her own hand was in the air. "Who me? Why yes, I can, fancy that!"<br/><br/>Anne shook her head as she carried on towards the cargo hold to supervise the loading of their equipment. The various bots were under Iffy's control, whether they had started that way or not. she made sure the weapons and explosives were all stashed securely, and that the chutes on the crates were packed correctly. Then she opened the other packing crate, checked the contents carefully, made sure each item was correct. Iffy had made one last minute change, she noticed. Probably a good idea. The food, clothes and a few luxury items, including drink, were also aboard.<br/><br/>She wondered how the others would react to this surprise. She giggled softly as she sealed the carton again. The girls would probably be okay, but Oni... Oh boy. That guy might just end up being a problem! She sealed the cargo hatch and went back to the cockpit, glad to see that Oni was industriously cleaning the blood from inside the windscreen.<br/><br/>She spotted the small chip on the inside where the bullet had hit. The slug itself was lying on the dash, a misshapen lump of lead. She picked it up, and the brass cartridge case. Old habits die hard. It wouldn't matter if they were left on the airship, but she would get rid of them down the toilet over the Atlantic anyway.<br/><br/>In a small box under the pilot's seat, she found a tube of sealant and squirted it into the crack. It would go hard by the time they were airborne.<br/><br/>She got into the pilot's seat. "Iffy, file us a flight plan to Ciudad Guayana airfield." She turned to the team. "Everyone get strapped in. We're leaving!" And she started the engines.