<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Central Command - Personal Office of Director Percival Yao<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Percival Yao<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Yes. Congratulations," Yao echoed as he returned to his desk. He lowered himself to his seat slowly as he set his cane off to the side and placed the package down. Just because his leg didn't hurt for the moment didn't mean he could move around however he wished. He was aware he still needed to be mindful of how he distributed his weight.<br/><br/>Yao opened the package before he slid it over in Julie's direction. Inside was a new identification card waiting on top of a new pilot's uniform that had been tailored specifically for Julie. The solid navy blue and single white stripe of a pilot's uniform almost seemed a shocking change from the consistently pure white uniform of the trainees and the solemn black and white of the uniforms that other ADAMS personnel wore. The only splotches of color that could be regularly found in the official uniforms of ADAMS was the pilots and maintance. It had been an intentional decision long ago to make sure pilots were clearly designated, just as directors and commanders and heads could easily be spotted.<br/><br/>"You have preformed adaquetly in all required tests and examinations." It certainly didn't count as an encouraging or heartfelt congratulations or encouragement, but Yao had never been one to stretch things out or add sugar. He much preferred to speak in facts when it came to these situations. "You will need to surrender your trainee uniforms and identification by eight o'clock tonight. You have also been assigned to an upcoming mission, though specifications on that are still in discussion. You will receive orders about it - sometime."<br/><br/>Yao nodded his head in Luke's direction. "Regardless of the details, Collins will be serving as tactical commander during your first mission."