It was, a pleasant day, The air was crisp and fresh, and the spring breeze lazily blew through your hair

You...didn't get a lot of days like this, days where you could recline on your lounge chair outside the hangar and relax

One of the NATO Founders must've had some sweet tooth for scenery, though.

'cause this was the damn best view you'd seen yet.

It was almost worth it, well...almost.

'Cause a certain someone found his darndest way to ruin it all.

Speaking of, where was that id-

WOOOSHH

An F/X-18SC thundered right over your head, flying only a few meters above the hangar

Well, That was your answer, and now your ears rang

Zephyr 1, or 'Shrike' as they called him, your little demon.

You had been assigned to maintain his jet, something which you found doing often.

You watched him pull a rather violent G-Turn at the end of the runway ahead, cutting his engines and deploying the airbakes (You winced, Instinctively).

You let out an exhausted sigh, you knew what this meant

You winced a little more as you heard the sound of screeching the F/X-18SC decelerated on the runway, of course, he was going to pull off at the first taxiway.

As you watched the plane slowly cut its speed and turned off the runway, making a beeline toward you.

With a bothered huff you slowly push yourself up from your lounge chair, as the jet rolls up to you.

He had cut his engines and was already pushing the canopy open. Poking his head out and waving to you he muffledly yelled through the helmet

"HEY! TOOLS!"

Gah, That Nickname, He had so many for you.

Hopping out of the aircraft without a ladder. He landed on his feet with a muffled "OOMPHF" and straightened up.

He yanked his helmet off, shaking his head. His hair unfurling from his helmet, a scruffy dirty blond mix of short hair, and a ponytail. As he let out a deep sigh, his eyes locked onto yours. His stupid emerald green eyes sparkled with amusement as he grinned idiotically at you

"'Sup!"

Wow, How Eloquent.