The Boeing 767 was, by Flight Lieutenant Snow Knight's standards, both cumbersome yet smooth at the same time. She knew that several of the craft had been made for military purposes; Early warning craft, however she would have liked to be in a Tornado F3 whizzing around at amazing speeds with a full compliment of weapons rather than in this unarmed bucket. A bucket carrying her colleagues.

Snow didn't know what to think of her colleagues, she hadn't really the time to actually associate herself with them. Sure, maybe she had been moved into the same office building as them, however it hadn't helped that UNKEO was such a new organisation and recruiting to fill their ranks. Every time Snow went to throw some new things at her office space she was confronted by more people needing her. For some reason it seemed that UNKEO, with it's own set of junior pilots and crew coming in, decided that she of all people would be the one to call [i]every time[/i] the junior pilots got into trouble. She didn't know whether she was at the top of the yellow pages or some idiots thought the higher the rank the better to scold the troublemakers, but she was no company sergeant. She had to admit perhaps an officer scolding the enlisted was more intimidating than an NCO, however it wasn't her job unless they had [i]really[/i] screwed up, which she had encountered several times in her RAF career.

She turned most of her attention to the briefing as it went on, subconsciously piloting the Boeing as it got closer to their destination. She pulled and flicked some switches before grabbing the handle of a tablet and pulling it down so it was part of her right side vision, the majority of her vision still focused on the outside of the craft while occasionally flicking to the screen and paying attention to the briefing. Boeings didn't usually carry pull-down tablets like that in the cockpit, however in her second day in the office she had ordered a tablet and arm for herself so she could pay attention to the briefings, after she realized that she'd be in a few of them.

Finally, she and her colleagues were asked for suggestions, and she obliged. "I'm assuming we've already tried the RAF, or else we wouldn't be having this discussion," Snow begins, holding the intercom to her mouth. "I've got little suggestions, but perhaps we can somehow weaponize the aircraft of the Irish. It shouldn't be that hard to quickly manufacture some bombs, I mean, they have to have explosives, right?"