Pilot Officer First class Kei Feng arrived late, due to being forced to land by going bingo-fuel after missing a tanker in bad weather somewhere just short of the Panama Canal Zone.

[hider=self-retconned moment with Dmitry]Since her arrival at Stormcloud, she'd been walking the maze of corridors in a dazed stupor when a rather large Russian bumped into her. It had been a [i]long[/I] flight from China, and she did not need to be squished against a bulkhead and called profanities for getting in the way of a much larger person, simply because he was larger.

She lifted herself up on the railing gave him a forceful shove with both aviation-booted feet, "No, [i]YOU[/I] watch it! If you walk these halls like a bull in a pottery-barn, expect to be treated as such."[/hider]

Although she'd missed on quite a bit of sleep, and the briefing, she did manage to get some 'power-napping' in on the ferry-flight over. She ate in the mess hall while reviewing the roster where she was slated to act as a supporting wing-person and for passively suppressing air-defenses.

As such, her plane carried a rather hefty load, a pair of PL-9C air-to air missiles that she carried on her wingtips all the way over from the airbase in China, a KG-300 jamming/targeting pod and a targeting-pod on centerline, a pair of twin-mounts for MAR-1 anti-radiation missiles on the outer, and of all things, [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNEB]a pair of French Matra JL-100 rocket-pods with fuel-stores[/url]. It was a very strange assortment of weaponry to issue someone who was only expected to fly backseat-support on yet another ferry-mission.

The plane was already being linked to the catapult as she climbed-in and double-checked her pre-flight checks which were checked before and after landing herself, as well as by several ground-crewmen while they were towing the plane into position; the plane's engines hadn't even enough time to cool-off. the conformal 'saddle-tank' on the spine was still clearly visible and reminiscent of the MiG-21SMT and completely ruining the 'round' cross-section and giving it a 3-leaf clover cross section of an F-4 Phantom fuselage.

Finally, she dialed in the radio to hear the brevity of pilots checking-in.

"Short Fuse, ready for takeoff. Sorry I missed the rodeo earlier."