Angelika sat in the back of the group, her eyes and ears keeping note of the briefing. She had a feeling that this conflict that happened today would escalate to war, which seemed to be happening to all the nations lately. Her trust was placed mostly in her Lead, but came to feel a bit of it among the other pilots that were now in the same Wing after what happened earlier. It was a miracle, to her, that she and Miku actually made it out of there.

as the briefing ended, Angelika stood up and ran from the room to the tarmac, knowing that if they weren't ready soon, lots of lives could die. As she reached her tin can, she touched her Angel insignia before climbing into her MiG 23, which had been repaired as much as possible in the few minutes they had. as she closed her canopy and finished her pre-flight checks, she waited for confirmation to move onto the runway. after a few minutes, confirmation was given and she formed up on Natasha's left wing

"Hey Yellow, you're an ace now?" She asked Natasha, looking back at her wings, repositioning them "Congratulations, I find that the greatest feat ever accomplished!"