A few days have passed since Matt was called away from Hungary to RAF Lossiemouth, a UN base of operations in Moray, Scotland. While he was hesitant to just bail out when the action was the most tense in his homeland, he knew that the UNWO is a greater enemy. He was excited and honored that he was chosen to be a pilot in the UN's upcoming ace squadron which is supposed to be a vital factor in turning the war's tides around. Life won't be easy however and he quickly realized that upon arriving to Lossiemouth. It was in shambles, a great amount of fighter wreckage surrounded the runway and the headquarters itself was seemingly hit by missile strikes already, which demonstrated the power and reach of the UNWO. It will take quite an effort to bring these guys, he thought.

He won't need to make this effort alone of course. He had 11 other people arriving with him from a variety of nations. Together, they would make the Excalibur Squadron. None of them was particularly chatty at the time they were first together, which was completely acceptable considering the huge crisis in the world and the burden of solving it partially resting on their shoulders. Some, including Matt eventually introduced themselves to a few others and some remained completely silent. Once in the operations center, he bumped into the leader of the group, Colonel Ariella Yosef, an Israeli pilot. She told him to enjoy his stay, as they had some free time before their first briefing.

The next day, he visited the covered reventments where the squadron's aircrafts were stored, ready and waiting. His Jaguar wasn't in a perfect shape, because of him flying it in numerous engagements and dogfights, but it was in a pretty good condition. The squad size was considerably smaller than what he was used to in the HAF where they were usually flying in 16-18 man groups, but he knew that everyone here will have what it takes to succeed in every situation. He spent plenty of time there, but the cold wind of the Scottish winter eventually made him go back to the base.

Realizing he didn't yet eat today, Matt headed towards the cantine, picking up some much needed food and a cup of hot tea. He quickly finished with the meal and took some sips from the tea, which tasted good enough for him. After all, he didn't drink tea that much. His pleasant session was abruptly cut short by a loud alarm suddenly blasting through the walls of Lossiemouth. Knowing that it signs danger, he hastily drank the remaining tea and ran off to his quarters to equip himself with his pilot suit. A few minutes later, he was already heading towards the reventments again. Seeing that the Colonel and another pilot have already taken their position, he climbed into his Jaguar and fired up the engines. Realizing that he forgot to even ask what's happening in the rush, he thought of getting off and questioning the officer, but in the end he stayed firmly in the aircraft, ready for a briefing in the skies.