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“N-Night Strike, what are you doing?!” I half-yelled, reaching out to grab the chair to balance myself as the plane shuddered. The plane began to roll forward, forcing me to take my seat back behind Night Strike to keep myself from falling over onto the floor. The engine roar grew louder as we picked up speed, the wheels bouncing off of rocks in the terrain as we began to hurtle forward. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You’re not seriously thinking of bombing them right now, are you?” I cried, watching as the ground fell away outside. Glancing over my shoulder, I could just see the tip of the lighthouse and the rotating lamp slip beneath the back of the plane as we took off. My mind jumped to the thought of Crash Dive and Scouring watching our escape, a pit growing in my stomach. Oh, this is gota be one of the worst ideas we’ve had in recent memory.
 
Turning back to face the front, I watched as Night Strike turned the plane south slightly, making her way back towards the crater that used to be Seahoof Armory. She let off a small breath, relaxing in her seat. “Alright, calm down Sparky, I’m not going to bomb them. But we need to figure out where these guys are actually located, or we’re completely without any options other than waiting to see where they strike next. Look back at those pictures and try to figure out where they were headed, and I’ll get us there as best as I can. They can’t be too hard to miss unless they’re completely underground… even then, we might spot something.” Oh, yeah, that definitely makes me much more reassured. Just going to go flying right into enemy territory, no idea what’s there, definitely can’t end poorly in any way, shape, or form. Still, I looked back to the display on the Valkyrie, switching between filters to try and spot any sort of interesting details in the photos. The back of my mind wondered how exactly this computer was advanced enough to display photos in any color other than green while I clicked over to another picture.