Location: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Central Command - Administration<br/>Date: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/>Time: Afternoon<br/>Who: Julie Tanaka<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Julie nodded at what the officer told her about Penemue before answering his question. “Well, in simulations I’ve done pretty well with bladed TT weapons, but other than that exception I guess I’m a jack-of-all-trades type. I assume whoever I’m paired with will want to continue with whatever roles they are already most experienced or comfortable with, and I’d be glad to fill in the blanks so to speak.” Maybe some roles were considered more prestigious to some of the other pilots, but the only thing Julie cared about was which duties she could take on to maximize the chance of a successful mission.<br/><br/>“I appreciate that you’re willing to answer my questions, Sir. I suppose the records Administration keeps on all the pilots and trainees are very thorough, but if there’s anything beyond that you feel you need to know about me I’ll do my best to answer.” She briefly wondered what sort of access Collins might have to her psychological evaluations—was he merely given a yes or no about her fitness to pilot, or did he get to read every embarrassing detail about her problems? Maybe she was better off not knowing.