From any outside perspective, the hulking Samoan mountain curled up in the helicopter seats - uncomfortably cramped, by the look of it - was simply asleep, eyes shut and expression neutral. The outside perspective, in this case, would be right; Tane had long since learned the art of catching a wink of sleep anywhere and any time that he could get one, a useful skill for as long as Kaiju persisted on refusing to adhere to the clocks of human beings. With that talent, however, had come a reciprocal ability to switch from sleep to total alertness in an eyeblink, and the too-cheerful voice in his earbud sent him upright and awake with a vengeance.<br/><br/>"Tokyo Marshall, this is Tane Maugatai. Estimate Vasa Centurion at eighty percent combat readiness - flashlamps are charged, but our fuel tanks are empty for transit. We've got a tanker bird in formation, though, and they can have us topped off in two-zero minutes. Where are you dropping us?"