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	[color=00FFFF]"General."[/color] Skye greeted shortly after entering, straightening her body and snapping a respectful salute. A small smile traced the girl's face as she sat down at the very front of the room, closest to the monitor and the ones speaking. An intense impatience still brimmed in Skye's chest, leaving her arms and legs restless the moment she planted herself in one of many uncomfortable plastic chairs filling the briefing room. Despite this Skye found the patience to sit still, or as still as she could muster. Seeing the General, and knowing the time of launch was soon at hand, Skye felt more at ease and even a little relaxed. 

	[color=00FFFF]"[i]Captain headphones over there can talk all he wants. As long as the General has my back I know I'll never get grounded, especially not over some noble sleezeball. At least not for long anyway. George hasn't had my back this long just to suddenly turn around now, he knows what I can do.[/i]"[/color]

	Skye adjusted her aviators as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and slouching in her seat in a vain attempt to get more comfortable in the glorified iron maiden of a chair she found herself in. Despite her renewed patience however only a couple seconds passed before Skye straightened out in her chair, turning her legs so they went over the side as she looked around the room.

	[color=00FFFF]"Alright, who do I have to punch in the arm for holding up the damn briefing?"[/color] Skye muttered, making note of who had arrived and who was seeming absent.

	Skye stopped and stared as she spotted someone leaning against one of the back walls. Flowing white hair going down to their shoulders and a purple, soccer-ball sized object held against their hip. The ace pilot blinked several times, actually taking off her aviators in order to make sure she wasn't seeing things. After a few seconds of questioning her eyesight Skye called out.

	[color=00FFFF][b]"Hey, kid!"[/b][/color] Skye said, rapping one of her prosthetic legs against the metal leg of her chair to call attention to herself. [color=00FFFF]"The soccer field is outside. This is a military meeting, for grownups. Take your purple soccer ball and skedaddle."[/color]