Matt looked on the clock every now and then while browsing the database. Although there was still plenty of time left until the takeoff, he didn't even have his outfit on yet. He knew he cannot spend more time than he absolutely must. While he found plenty of image material on the areas, few could've been considered up-to-date, after-Heavenfall pictures. He did find a reasonably recent scout report on some of their possible targets, which gave him a fairly good insight on what he should focus on with the recon pods. Armed with this valuable knowledge, he quit the database, left the tablet on his bunk and walked off to equip his pilot gear. Or as he liked to call it - [i]getting dressed for the occasion.[/i]

Once that was done, he immediately headed to the hangar. It was about that time another siren was heard, this time signing the Nimue's exit from supercavitation. Thinking they were already ready to deploy, Matt took on a quicker pace and shortly reached his destination. It looked - and felt - vastly different than when he was last here, the whole area buzzing with all sorts of crewmen, most of them around the aircrafts, which were rearranged and armed with appropriate ordnance for the upcoming recon mission. Matt was pleased to see that his Jaguar was repaired and cleared from the minor injuries it suffered from the previous battle. He climbed into the cockpit, took on his helmet and did the neccessary checks for safety. As the adrenaline levels started to rise in him, he felt ready. His hands on the grip, his eyes on the red light, he was only waiting for the go-sign.

[i]"Let's rock!"[/i] he shouted as the Nimue shot him out in the open. [i]"Excalibur Four successfully launched, moving to formation."[/i] he announced on the squad radio and took position behind Lioness.