<div class="floatleft">(http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad163/Caliesil/KittyPryde_zpsc000cb9d.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>X-Jet Hanger<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty came into the hanger and found it empty.  The lights came on quickly as she made her way to the massive jet.  Thing may be a massive freaking money pit, but damned if it wasn't pretty.  The internal systems allowed her entry, not that she couldn't have phased through it, but her powers tended to mess the living hell out of electronics, best to just take the stairs like a normal person.<br/><br/>Sitting in the pilot seat she began prep's, her hands wizzing over the controls with practiced ease.  "Like a riding a bike."  She said herself, the engines spooling up and the familiar rumble of that powerful beauty cranking up.  With a smile she gave a little flare and consulted the scanners and the satellite map, plotting their course as she waited for the others to arrive.