[h3][center][color=ed1c24][color=ed1c24]Ken Yi[/color][/color][/center][/h3]

Ken loved New York.

It was where he had lived since he was a child, yes, but it was more than that. The years had not been kind, and it was for the worse as a result, but in the winter, it was clear and clean like there had never been a human there in the history of the Earth, well, except for the giant locusts, but he took care of those. Of course, he patrolled all of it, why wouldn't he. It was tiring, of course, but it was worth it, he didn't tell anyone else, it was his little secret. Maybe now was the time to stop, it would be hard, but the initiate was only growing, who knows how many people were going to be in the air by the next year. Maybe next year he'd be patrolling sub-boroughs.

Oh well, that meant he didn't have to see so many people starved to death in alleyways, so that was good.

Flying in, his old plane sputtered and smoked through the air as he approached the ground. She worked hard, sometimes too hard, he'd have to get to repairing the engine once he had settled. Pushing through the collection of junk in his lap, he pulled the handset out of the ramshackle radio that had been shoved into the panel and checked in with the airfield.

[color=f7976a][b]"Yo dog, Brooklyn has returned, you can rest easy!"[/b][/color] The tired man on the other side sighed and reluctantly responded.

[b]"Roger, Brooklyn, this is airfield, do you have a status report?"[/b]

[color=f7976a][b]"No combats of note, area secured and coffee needed."[/b][/color]

[b]"Roger that, you're cleared for landing."[/b]

[color=f7976a][b]"Thanks a bunch my dude."[/b][/color]

[b]"Cut the chatter Brooklyn."[/b] airfield reprimanded boredly, as he had done for quite some time. Ken landed in a textbook fashion, leapt out of the plane in a less textbook fashion and limped his way over to debriefing. He greeted Rhodes with a high-five invitation that was ignored and proceeded to fall out of his chair as a result of his incessant fidgeting. When he finally sat correctly he had to lock his knee in place to prevent it from bouncing.

He beamed with pride when the mention was made of the decrease in bandit sightings, he worked hard for those stats, perhaps too hard. Yes, shooting parachutes was heavily discouraged, but it was a necessary evil. As Ken saw it, less bandits alive means less planes come back to kill innocents, maybe some other people didn't see it that way, but whatever, Ken knew no-one else would know.

Suddenly, a memory walked through the door, his old friend from school. Well, friend was not quite the way to describe it, Ken started off resenting him for his talent, but eventually they became friendly, even if Ken kept trying to outdo him.

[color=f7976a][b]"Larcen? My man!"[/b][/color] Ken yelled, practically leaping from his chair and pulling the Brit into a surprisingly tight hug considering his minute size. He laughed a little before letting Larcen go with a pat on the back.

[color=f7976a][b][b]"Man, you look... well, looks don't matter anyways. Where the hell were you man? You knew I lived here, you could have come to my mom's place. Ah, doesn't matter, I've got to introduce you to my plane, you'd love it!"[/b][/b][/color] he bellowed out in a baritone that had never matched his face.