Baxter was alone in the hanger. He sat in the cockpit of the GM he was to use in the upcoming deployment, testing the instruments and writing down all of the important measures in his notebook. It wasn't only useful to know what the enemies' mobile suits were capable of, but your own as well. After all, knowing the response time of the motors in your blade arm, the maximum speed of the swing, and the stopping distance could be the difference between winning a battle and losing your life. A lot of pilots preferred to just do all of that by instinct and let the engineers handle all the little details, but he didn't see any harm in it, so long as he had the time.<br/><br/>It had been a couple days since William had been detained by the MPs for the investigation of the stolen goods. That meant they were a gun short and the less experienced Makoto was in charge, yet they were already being sent back out into the field. Maybe he should have been more angry, but Baxter had bigger issues with the Federation than them arresting a man who had undertaken the risk to break the rules. At least it meant William would be able to cool his head for a couple days and clear up his emotional backlog. He was probably too unstable for a commanding position at the moment. Not that Baxter thought himself much better. He just had less responsibilities.<br/><br/>With his measurements taken, Baxter reset the suit and started the whole process over again to double-check his data. Might save his life if he ever found himself as an enemy of the Federation.