[color=cd7f32][center][h3]Hassan Ahmad[/h3][/center]

The hangar was steadily filling up with pilots alerted by the alarm, mechanics scrambling to check on the Walkers in various states of casual attire.

Hassan looked over the console. The [i]Jinn[/i] looked primed and ready, thanks to his work in the morning.[/color]

[color=7aa7dd][center][h3]Natalie Martell[/h3][/center]

Natalie cursed under her breath as the ice cream truck idled in traffic. The roads were packed with civilians on a multitude of civilians, confused by the sirens, attempting to return home while the hopelessly outnumbered security eprsonnel tried to ease the congestion. The walkways were no better, packed with foot traffic.

The driver, sensing her impatience, cut out of his lane when the lights turned green and swerved into a side road almost to narrow for the truck. Natalie held on to her seat as the truck bounced along the roads between the blocks of Horizon.

After several minutes, the truck squeezed out of an opening and onto a well-worn dirt path. Natalie was about to ask if the driver was lost when she saw the rear of Horizon Base in the distance, beyond a gravel-lined wooded path.

[i]So that's how the clerks get their ice-cream...[/i][/color]

[color=44bb44][center][h3]Mikhail Brukhanov[/h3][/center]

Mikhail could afford himself a brief smile as he approached the gates of the base on his wobbling bicycle. He flashed his ID and was promptly let in. As he brought his bicycle to a halt outside the hangar, he took note of where the other pilots were rushing towards.
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