[b] Anna Miller [/b] 

Anna pulled the joystick and the nose of her craft went into a steep climb "What are you doing?" Someone asked as she got her craft into a steep climb, enemy .50's streaking past her cockpit, the alarms for a stall started beeping but she didn't care she wanted to stall. As the craft stalled it went into the inevitable freefall, flicking switches calmly she got the F-22 back into a state of maneuverability and behind the enemy who unless they were in the same craft as her or Russian craft couldn't take advantage of the Supermaneuverability, so they peeled off and she hunted them down. Most fighter combat wasn't at these ranges, normally it was up to three miles away but both sides had exhausted missile capabilities.

Her 20MM vulcan shredded the wings of one, rolling her craft to the right shredded another. The pilot in the remaining craft must of jerked back on his stick as she went flying past him, the enemy fired a few rounds that hit her tail but she steadied herself and pitched herself towards the ground, flying slow and low she lead the enemy through a series of ravines and passes then they lost each other at a split. That's when someone shook her out of it "Hey all personnel are needed in the briefing room." She exited the sim and shook hands with her fellow rival pilots and headed towards the briefing room. 

She must of been pretty quick because she was one of the first to actually arrive in the briefing room. She stood at attention as soon as she entered ready for the briefing. 

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[b] Thomas Glasgow [/b]

Thomas was in the middle of research, trying to find out if the Kaiju are genetically similar to their counterparts, but so far he had no conclusion, he hypothesized yes, but science was a tricky mistress. Then the PA system went off telling all personnel to head to the briefing room so he closed down his station and grabbed a cup of stale coffee that had been sitting there overnight. He drank it on the way as he followed his fellow scientists out of the labs and to the briefing room. They were nearly there when a group of men entered and took up most of the hall way.

Thomas knew from the way they took up the hallway and from the way they acted that they were soldiers of some sort. "Muscle-headed plebeians." He muttered loud enough that a few people around him could hear him but not the the soldiers up front. He didn't say anything after that just followed quietly behind the group.