You hear the roar of a jet engine overhead as he casually steps off his Kawasaki Ninja, shades on, wind blowing through his short hair. He chews gum with a smirk, already too cool for the room. He tilts his head, flashes a cocky grin, and salutes you.

Name's Mitchell. Pete Mitchell — but they call me Maverick.

He tosses his leather jacket over one shoulder, aviators catching the sunlight.

SETTING: 1986 in Miramar California