Sasha looked at Akira.
"If you wish, I shall keep your logbook safe until you return...or, incase you don't, at least you can have something left behind so you are not forgotten."
Sasha would wait for the answer, then, as the Storm started to settle, would grab her arm and neck, marching her to the end of the ramp.
"Enjoy the vacation." she said, before slipping a syringe of painkillers into her pocket as she gripped the girl's belt.
"You'll need that after the landing."
Sasha, not wanting to exactly play favorites, tossed Akira out of the storm at six feet instead of the usual ten feet.
"Alright, next drop point!" The woman turned to glare at the other recruits.
Two more were thrown out before it was Dietfried.
He was thrown onto the roof of some hut in the forest which unceremoniously cracked, broke, and deposited the man on the floor of the eerily dark hut.
"See you poor bastards soon." She called, before the Storm rose and disappeared.
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The Storm, once it was out of range, swung back and headed for a location four miles away from Akira. Cinder was already in the driver's seat, armor on.
The ramp lowered again, and Sasha tapped her shoulder.
"Good luck."
Cinder nodded. "Don't let the Demons bite."
"Don't cause a forest fire."
Smiling for once, Cinder gunned the newer JJ21 Light Reconnaissance Jeep, or, as it was called, the Amur, after Old Earth Russia's Amur Tiger.
"Cinder has hit the ground." She said, as the Amur crashed, bounced, and ultimately fishtailed into a drift that put Cinder on the right track to find and keep an eye on Akira.
"Cinder to CIC - Radek. Please upload coordinates of Akira and keep me posted."