Natasha 'Raven' Vorona<br/><br/>Mortensen was a good employer and like he had asked, Natasha kept him up to date on the whereabouts of the Blue Ridge. In Omaha she had bought herself some local hot shots to do some flying for her. Although the Firebrand provided by Mortenson was well capable of doing all the things her guns for hire had done so far, she wanted to lay low for as long as possible. None surprisingly not many of the small squadron she sent out returned and she awaited the crippled plane as soon as she heard it's engines. She wore her Russian uniform and  bearskin ushanka to protect her red hair from the wind. The pilot of the plane was oblivious to the black and white colored plane following it, Natasha spotted it immediately as she got outside as the noise it made couldn't possibly come from the small plane that was landing.<br/><br/>The pilot briefed her quickly and Natasha waited for the other plane who was clearly going to land. Nobody with a plane like that would land here unless they had followed the small fighter. In any way, it was worth waiting for the pilot to.<br/><br/>Much to her surprise she noticed his uniform and instinctively her hand rested on the small gun strapped to her hips. As the man bowed and started talking she relaxed a bit as she knew he was not here for war but for business.<br/><br/>"A better pilot would be shot on missions like this sir. I need numbers for now, mr...."<br/><br/>She signalled the groundsman to get the Vampire to the small hangar and motioned the German pilot to follow here to a small wooden house at the far corner of the airport, where she had set up her temporary office.