[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Tye and Cameron had met up with their team. There was about a dozen pilots, and they were all gathered around a single Guass Warthog. Tyber: Cameron...did you... Cameron: Assemble the team? Yeah... Tyber: You assembled a full team of pilots? Cameron: Correction...I assembled ALL of the pilots into our team. Tyber: We don't have any Hornets, or any other birds, on hand. Cameron: Yeah...we do. While you were busy chatting it up with Captain Frost, and getting that knife removed...I started to inspect some of these locked hangers. I decided to break one of the access doors down, and I found a whole slew of Harnets inside one of them. After that...well...I started breaking into all of them. I found some pretty heavy birds. I even found a VUlture. It needs to be refueld...mind you, but that is currently being done. Needless to say...all of the main hanger doors are not locked anymore. I managed to open all of them. We have a choice pick. You would be surprised how many miltary aircraft you can find in a military airfield. Tyber: Hmmm...go figure. Cameron: I am surprised nobody else thought of that. Tyber: Well...this is good. Cameron: We will take The Warthog...and our air support can follow. They can keep the skies clear, while we pave the road. Tyber: Well done Cam...that is officer level thinking. Tye turned to his group of Pilots. Tyber: Alright ladies...you heard the Spartan. Get your birds in the air...take to the skies...and do what you do best! Be sure to add comm channel Baker-229 to yur incoming frequencies list. That is the channel I will use to contact you guys, and help coordinate you in the sky. Stay together, watch each others...asses...aft tail fins...whatever... All of the pilots nodded, and saluted. Pilots: SIR, YES SIR! There was exactly 12 pilots on hand. 10 of the pilots took to Hornets, while two of the pilots doubled up and boarded the Vulture that was currently in the process of fueling. Tye and Cameron watched as the pilots got themselves situated. Tyber: Alright, Cam...let's get this hog going. You are on gun. Cameron nodded. Tye jumped into the driver's seat, while Cameron took the Guass Turret on the back. The two men waited, while all of the Hornets readied and took to the skies, one by one. When the VUlture had finally take to the sky a few moments later, Tye nodded in approval. Both Tye and Cam changed their comm frequencies to Baker-229 Tyber: Alright boys...let's do this. Out destination will be the Phillips-MacDonald Memorial Spaceport! That is the largest spaceport in Carver, and is equipped to handle emergency evacuations. That is where all of the people we rescue will be hearded to. Cameron and I will keep the ground clear. I want you boys in the air to keep the air around that Spaceport clear Tye paused. Tyber: Alright...lets role! Tye started to pull out of Airfield Mayweather, and started making his way towards Carver. The Hornets and the Vulture followed behind. Meanwhile: Voro heard the message from Rah'jesh. Voro: This is Special Operations Commander Voro. I am currently supervising the Engineers in the human data center. However, the situation here seems to be under control. What is your current location in this facility...I will come to you, and I will brief you personally on your upcoming responsibilities.