[center][h1]Hanna von Falkenheim[/h1][/center]

With a heavy sigh, the young woman leaned back in her cockpit as the burning wreckage of some god awful junk plane fell into lake of Corona Park. Another unfulfilling kill during another unfulfilling day. These past few months have made Hanna anxious, restless even. The question of when to attack was always floating around her mind. Perhaps these weak governors that hired her would be just satisfied with hiding behind her guns? Well today answered that as she was called for the first time since arriving at this pit of scum to a meeting with the other pilots and the leader of the council that was the closest thing to a government in these parts. 

The Focker-Wulf 148 "RedTail" banked as she headed to the main airfield of the region. It was needless to say that her expectations for the other pilots was.... exceedingly low. "They probably wouldn't even survive the first week of one of my training regiments..." Hanna wondered aloud as the plane was on approach. Greeting the control tower with her practically trademark monotone voice, the aircraft began its decent onto the runway. 

It was apparent that the pilots had already arrive. A shame, really, as it meant they weren't entirely useless, yet will most likely still get in Hanna's way. The tricycle gear of the 148 lowered and the tell tale high pitch hum of the aircraft's turboprop engine began to whine down as the plane's wheels touched the ground without a sound. After a brief taxiing, Hanna climbed into a waiting car that took her to the governor's office. 

Hanna entered the waiting room, looking as clean cut and sharp as ever, and noticed that the pilot designated as "Staten Island" was also waiting. Without a word, Hanna silently went over to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup of coffee. All the while, she sized up the pilot with her piercing orange eyes. She seemed to be fairly unassuming, looking almost no different from the street rabble Hanna shot down a daily basis. With a sigh, she took a seat across the room, paying no mind to the pilot. 

To Hanna, it seemed, that this pilot was not worth the oxygen. 

[@ChaoticFox]