After the reinforcements arrived, the so-called Mask Squadron left, and the hodgepodge squadron flew back to base, Natasha jogged her memory of any Mask Squadron she had run into before with the two squadrons she had served with. She thought she had seen the type of aircraft before, but couldn't remember anything more than vague recognition. Still, she had something to be excited about: finally achieving ace status. It was long overdue, but when the wars stopped it was like a game of musical chairs that stopped her at four kills. She had scored two in the engagement that had just transpired and was elated, though in her typical subdued fashion. She circled around the airstrip as much of the rest of the squadron landed - Border Boy, Angel Witch, Meteor, and Romeo landed their planes in various conditions before she began her approach. She noted Angel Witch's landing in her damaged Corsair - no small feat. Natasha's plane wasn't in the best condition but wasn't as damaged as Checkerboard Three. Nursing her rattled MiG-23 down after Romeo with a clean landing, she parked next to the rest of the squadron and dismounted her aircraft. She made her way to the briefing room as instructed and quietly sat down, so far unnoticed by the Colonel in the room. She glanced around and took stock of the situation. There were four other pilots in the room, two of them being Charles and his co-pilot (if she remembered correctly from before the sortie anyway) and two she didn't recognize. The Colonel up front spoke with an accent that clearly labeled him as an Estovakian. Having spent much of her life under constant warfare, she was always amazed when she could walk into a room wearing her flight suit that featured the Erusian Yellow Squadron insignia as well as the Yuktobanian Kvant Squadron insignia and she wasn't immediately jumped/shot/etc. She sat back a little and waited for the rest of the pilots to file in and the briefing to begin.