<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dLcz0kA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>John Walker (USAgent)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>USAgent outfit<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quinnjet<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Pre-Flight Checks, Loose Planning<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Black Knight, Iron Heart, Gambit, Blade<br/><hr/><br/>John did an external pre-flight check - it was a rough check, since he did not know the full specs of the new Quinnjet model, but everything looked in good working order. He trusted Dane to catch anything he missed: Dane was up to speed and a good hand. And since Dane was up to speed on things, and probably not suffering from post concussion syndrome, John decided to take the co-pilot seat. The Georgian looked over the controls, panels, and so forth, and a lot of it looked familiar but as he went through the pre-launch routine he murmured a curse here and there as he found that some things had been moved around and were not where he was accustomed to. And then, once he got over the momentary irritation of that, he cursed some more because the changes were intuitive ones - innovation, not just change for the sake of change.<br/><br/>"Everything on the bird looks good to me." John said to Dane when he was done. He glanced over his shoulder at Blade and Gambit. "Blade, watch collateral - lots of good men and women working the Raft, working a shit job to provide for their families. Anyone else's fair game. Black Knight, figure you and . . ." John paused, "Iron Heart ought to see if y'all can do something about the inhibitor collars. Gambit, keep your eyes peeled for anyone trying to sneak out in the chaos. Anyone's able to spot that kind of thing, it'll be you." John barked out, quick and to the point. "You got other things in mind to do, now's the time to pipe and let everyone know what your part's gonna be." It wasn't precisely taking command - given everyone's proclivities it was what John figured they'd do anyway. But then again, he wasn't the brains of the outfit by any stretch of the imagination, and any one of them was free to speak up and lay out a better use of their talents.