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As the other Pilots began to wrap up in the dining area and file out towards the briefing in the command room, Louisa glanced at the smartwatch on her wrist and sprang away from the table without excusing herself, lunging out the dining area door and towards the residential deck. If she was as fast as her average time to sprint between her room and the main deck (two minutes and forty-seven seconds -- not bad, right?) then she could get there, change clothes, and sprint back whilst only being a couple of minutes late. There was no way she was reporting for duty in her gym outfit.

[00:02:30]

Oh, a new personal best -- forget it!

Almost tearing the door off its hinges, she barreled into her room and threw open her wardrobe, pulling out a suit of sleek grey military fatigues and a light jacket in urban camoflague.

[00:03:00]

Pulling a boot onto her left foot whilst running with the other, Louisa left her room open and nearly tackled a member of custodial staff to the floor as she began sprinting back up the auxiliary access stairwell...

[00:05:40]

... to the command room, snapping off a salute and filing into the assembled Pilots as Sandra continued her briefing.

As she listened, Louisa realised her geography was pretty poor. She had no idea where Saitama Prefecture was, but after studying the map on the monitor she guessed the region was to Tokyo what Surrey was to London back home.

She glanced at Seraphima and Teodora as their squad allocation was announced and smiled, but felt her nerves building. That was pretty much the ideal team composition for Grendel's basic combat strategy, but lacking any flight capabilities herself (the added weight of high density plating came at a cost) meant that there was no redundancy for her if the situation on the ground became too hot.

She rolled her shoulders and sighed. No pressure.