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Entering the garage not long after his previous operation had completed, McClane was somewhat tired. In fact, the only real break he had got was the ride home in the Chinook. That is, if you don't count the time he took to help tend to Hicks's wounds.

Making his way to the Ultra AP, he checked to make sure everything was in tact from retrieving it. Noticing a few marks in the back, he let out a slightly weary, slightly annoyed sigh. "At least the armor has been proven." He said aloud to himself.

Parking the vehicle next to the gas pump, McClane began to fill up the Ultra, checking over the L-85 he had been able to keep, considering his rank, from the previous mission.

Gazing longingly towards the door that led back into the guild, he awaited his comrades, yet at the same time, wished he had time to get more sleep.

Eriku, suited up in her military uniform, bent down at the door to the bunk room. Kyo, here yellow-eyed cat, looked at her in frustration. "Sorry buddy, you can't come with me this time." She put a hand gingerly on his head and stroked his black fur. "Watch the guild for me." She gave him a playful wink and stood up. Kyo let out a small growl of annoyance, but then turned and leaped up onto the bed that belonged to Eriku and gave her a look as if to say "happy?". Eriku chuckled and turned to leave.

As Eriku entered the garage she saw Leora and McClane talking, she walked over to them, but said nothing. If there were orders to be given, McClane would be the one to command.

Now that all three of his comrades had arrived, it was time for McClane to get down to business. "I hope you all have had plenty of beauty sleep ladies, this could be a tough one." Cracking a small joke to ease any nerves, McClane winked at the girls.

Pulling out a piece of paper, he set it against a door of the Ultra, pinning it in place with his index finger. "This, my friends, is what we're after."



"This is the V-22 Osprey. Those propellers can shift so that they point straight up, giving it the ability of both a helicopter and a high altitude transport plane." Placing the photo back into one of his pockets, McClane entered the rear seat of the Ultra. The vehicle had its seating set up much differently than most. Each of the four seats pointed in a different direction. The front, forwards, obviously. The rear was pointed backwards and the two side seats were pointed opposite of each other as well, giving the ability to see from all angles at all times.

From the rear seat, McClane could access the empty gun emplacement position, basically a round hole in the roof. Although there wasn't a mounted weapon on it, he would be able to fire his rifle from this position, giving the squad at least a little protection, and he wasn't about to have one of the others take this risk.

Poking his head out of the door, he spoke. "By the way, I'll need one of you three to drive. I'll be piloting the Osprey back on the return trip anyway, so I figure that you better get used to it while there is minimal risk." It was a little different to be working with an all female team. McClane knew they would be just as, if not more capable than any team of men, but he was unfamiliar with any different reactions that females had to ground battle, considering he had worked with plenty of female pilots, and very few female soldiers.

As he reached to pull the hatch of the Ultra down over his seat, he glanced at Leora, slipping her a faint smile. He knew everything would be fine, it had to be. No matter how exhausted he was, he had to put everything he had into the mission for the good of the guild, and more importantly, the safety of his team.

Eriku nodded to McClane, closing her eyes thoughtfully. She made it her business not to forget anything during a mission, it could mean the difference between life and death. And she certainly wasn't nervous, she'd been doing these kinds of things since she was a little girl.
Turning to Leora, Eriku frowned. She was used to walking everywhere, maybe the occasional riding in the passenger seat, but other than that. . .
She chuckled. "I'd drive, but I got my licence revoked after I got into an. . . accident." Eriku emphasized the word to let her teammates know it had been anything but. She smiled at the memory; she had driven a truck into the side of a building when she was being chased by members of a deadly gang. It had saved her life, but in the process had broken both her right leg and arm. Unfortunate, but not fatal.
She shook her head. “I’d rather not though.” And with that, she got up and sat herself down in the chair on McClane’s left side.

Eriku fidgeted. "If you insist." She didn't say it in annoyance, but she knew by the time this mission was up Sabeth would regret her nomination. Eriku moved from the passenger seat to the drivers seat. Turning back to everyone she grinned. "Hop in, and I suggest you buckle up." She doubted under calm circumstances there would be any trouble, however if by some chance they were ambushed while still in the veichle. . .

As the vehicle rolled out of the underground garage, McClane relaxed in his seat, closing his eyes. The directions to the base were displayed on the gps which was located on the instrument panel, so he didn't need to tell Eriku where to go.

He began to think about seeing Sorrow in the previous mission. Hopefully he could plan his missions a little better so the organization couldn't predict his next move. Although they did know he would be going for air bases, simply because those were the only ones he knew of, so these bases may be reinforced or at least warned. However, McClane doubted the organization would suspect him of attempting to acquire an Osprey, so they should be fine on this operation.

Turning his head a little, McClane opened his eyes. He spoke to Leora through a small opening that was in the wall that divided the seats. "How are you feeling?"

Eriku calmly steered the truck away from the guild, following the GPS instructions. She only half listened to the conversation McClane was trying to start from behind her. She leaned back in her seat, with hope the mission would go smoothly and there would be little or no casualties.