As Driva and the men entered the Omaha's hangar, the many personnel that populated the ship were seen. Many of them, pilots, were gathered around several others, likely a new squadron being informed of their daily patrol through Alaska. In the far corner were four gleaming Liberty heavy fighters, three Guardians and a pristine Avenger with a red hammer painted on the side of the cockpit.
A man in dress blues approached them, taking Driva by the hand and shaking it. "Operative. Welcome aboard. Cap'n Bradley, ship's CO. Guess you're wondering about where you're putting these bombs, hmm?"
