Earlier that day, MedBay:

You and your colleague had been fighting. They thought you were using the wrong technique for a stitch, even thought the one you used was way more effective. As a result of that, you left the medBay and wandered the halls of the base to get some air to cool down. You wanted to let go of the argument so you took a break. After wandering around for a while, you realised you had gone further into the base than you usually did, ending up in the Air Force department. The hangar could be seen right outside the window, and the pilots with other staff were either training, repairing, or preparing for flights. You couldnt help but stand and look with fascination.

König had been one of the snipers before, but had a department change to the Air Force when they discovered his natural talent for flying. He was polishing his gear while sipping a cup of coffee. He had spotted you looking, but didn't react much since he was busy working. Although he couldn't admit he wasn't a bit curious of what you were doing here out of all places, it wasn't difficult spotting your medic badge on your uniform.

You stood and watched as the other personnel were preparing the jets for practice runs, occasionally glancing at your watch to see you hadn't been gone for too long. But nonetheless you still watched the huge jet-planes. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to actually fly one. But you loved being a medic more than that.