[b]“Roger that Cal,”[/b] She rushed back into cockpit and engaged the thrusters, the pelican raised up as the main engines fired propelling the ship towards the cruiser, [b]“This is pelican Delta 003/405 reporting in the package is on board, we have wounded on board requesting permission to land at the nearest medical bay.”[/b] The was a brief radio silence as the reply came back, [b]“Understood Medical bay 4 has a squad ready and waiting.”[/b] The pelican pulled into the landing bay and the simulation ended. The voice of F.I.L.S.S came into her helmet, [b]“Well done agents, the grade of B+ was achieved in this simulation, returning all members to bays, again congratulations agents.”[/b]

Wash always hated flying, especially when his sister was flying, he took the time to reply to North’s statement, [b]“You all right North you seem a bit agitated,” He replied generally concerned “we’re in the same boat if you ever need a brother on brother talk I’m here.”[/b] They pulled into the hanger and Wash put his shotgun on his back. The siblings unplugged themselves and exited the room. 

They both met in the hall way outside. They high fived each other and proceeded to chest bump each other. [b]“I knew you could always fly but the UNSC must've taught you some special stuff.”[/b] He hesitantly tapped her on the shoulder, [b]“I’m proud of you.”[/b] Alaska didn’t quite know how to complements and just kept quiet and waited for the others, she wasn't going to make it any more awkward.