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Jessie had received the summons to the staff meeting and decided to appear

Then while she hovered in the rear of the lounge Mike drifted up saying 
[b] "Someone stole my civilian shoes last night! Crazy, right? Now I gotta copy you for a bit."[/b]

[color=AFEEEE]"But I have shoes on"[/color] said with a smirk

When she heard of the standardized suits Jess barely heard Mike comment on the Squints . She was fairly certain that the suits appealed to the militant mindset because uniformity bred teamwork but she wasn't sure she was ready to give up individuality or the familiarity of her pink.

Sure when the squints had made the first one she'd been vividly angry shredding it. It had been Maxy who'd talked her into accepting a suit so bright in color. She hadn't tried to push it's safety factor but on how other masters of the skies had made sure to standout against the clouds and blue sky.

Now after the previous day's events she was remembering how the helicopters flying near the action had altered path for her. In close support and rescue being only woman sized had disadvantages and one is air traffic visibility.

This was going to be an interesting tactical maneuver and might require some amount of frustration. 

*Well easier to gain forgiveness than beg premission* she thought as she looked at the paperwork

She was assigned the Pyro, he was a grounder, her partner had to run, walk, ride or be driven.

*Lovely, just bloody lovely*

It wasn't that she had anything against Ro'kun but the accepted thought was that every unit was as fast as it's slowest member. She was fast, so fast in fact that she needed to standout and the support of some form of air traffic control; her partner needed a limo or a really cool motorcycle

How did they do it all the time, how could you travel along a path littered with idiots who held a portion of your safety in their loose grip of common sense? Jessie hated cars, motorcycles and any other form of terrestrial travel; she was a flier and when she flew she was in complete control.