Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill.

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The bar was quiet as the now-Supervisory Agent Robinson walked in. The past weeks had been busy for him, with the Training division being restructured and placed under his command. Accompanying Robinson was the usual stack of paperwork, including the applications of new agents, which were to be moved to Alert to begin their training immediately.

A year before, Robinson was a Navy fighter combat instructor, far away from any sort of fighting. Several ace pilots had come from the land-based training wing he headed.

At this point, Robinson appeared to be preparing a holographic presentation on his lap-top computer. He was rendering a diagram of an Avenger fighter, with technical specifications included. This job was due in no small part to the Avenger being Scott's new baby.

Scott was definitely not in the same shape he was after his return. He had near complete use of his right arm back, and his piloting skill (he still flew right-handed) was just as good, if not better, than before. His excellent physical condition was also returning to him. Needless to say, Robinson had fully recovered.

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