Ghost, on the other hand, had left directly from the office to go to his own vehicle and head on over to Reagan International Airport to meet up with the team flying them to Egypt for their first mission together.  This was going to be tense.  Not only was he going to have to work with a completely new - and untested - partner in the field, they were doing dangerous, dangerous work here in North Africa.  Two men - purported to be highly skill within JCT - had already vanished with no report, no nothing.  This was no doubt a tenuous situation they were placing themselves in.<br/><br/>Once Mayonaka arrived in the airport, she would find Ghost waiting for her at the terminal.  He raised his hand in acknowledgment, then a salute.  "Alright, ma'am.  The bird is fueled and ready to go.  Let's go jump on board and get ourselves airborne.  It's a twelve-hour flight to Cairo, plus we're making a layover stop in Germany to pick up some equipment from Rammstein to take to Egypt."  Rammstein Air Force Base was one of the few overseas military bases the UCAS had still managed to hold on to when the United States fragmented.  It was the hub for military activity for the UCAS in that part of the world, much like Okinawa served as it for the Far East.<br/><br/>On board, Mayonaka would note that the arrangements were quite nice, more civilian diplomat than military personnel.  "Strap in, ma'am.  Pilot's going to take off as soon as he's able."  Taxing out of the hangar and onto the runway, it was about twenty minutes before the pilot announced 'feet wet' - military slang for them being over the ocean.  Getting up, Ghost headed over to get himself something to drink.  "Anything for you..."  He turned to her.  "What exactly is your codename?  I'm gonna need to be learning it..."