As the alarms sounded, Alphonse hopped off of Nishizawa's MSO-6, and at a brisk pace, made his way towards the back end of the hangar.  There, at the back-end reserved just for air shuttles and other massive planes, sat his B-52 bomber.  Without much fighting in the recent weeks, the only problems the old behemoth would face would be a minor cough in the engines...hopefully.  

These things were made long before the war; hell, the exact blueprint of the plane was probably already lost.  While the design was straightforward, the risk of disassembling War-era planes with perfect re-assembly was beyond Alphonse's paycheck.  If there was a fatal engine flaw waiting to happen, most tinkerers wouldn't see it coming.

It stood to reason, then, that the man had held his breath as he flipped on the turbines.  He'd be out in the air within seconds...as soon as the engines were up to speed.