<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>: Luke Collins<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Luke watched as Julie signed her name three times without hesitation. He supposed that she had been in training for long enough to think this decision through in advance, but it always surprised him how readily the pilots would sign their lives away to the cause. Luke's family constantly questioned his own involvement in ADAMS and the demands of his job were hardly as complicated as those of a pilot. They were always expected to be in prime physical and mental shape, lest they suffer an illness or breakdown that could jeopardize the survival of the human race. It wasn't unusual for newly promoted pilots to crack under the strain.<br/><br/>She had a good smile. He hoped for the best for her, he really did. But hoping alone wouldn't be enough. To ensure that she and the rest of the pilots could live to fly more missions, he needed to command them well. Conscious of that weight, he reached over to add his signature to the last page.<br/><br/>"Congratulations, Tanaka. You've worked hard to get here," he said.<br/><br/>He set the pen down and watched the Director's movements out of the corner of his eye. He knew what was inside but had never seen this scene before, as he had never been present for a pilot's promotion in the past.