Re: MWO Emily Patterson
Knowing her tan beret was secure in place, the RCR cap badge showing her roots before CSOR. She glanced around the airfield, the one that had not so long ago been abandoned. Frowning she walked up to the captain, dropped her duffel bag at her feet, and came to swift attention, a crisp salute snapping into place.
"Sir... mind explaining why Pett's opened the airfield again?" she asked.
The CF had flown her here directly, which was unusual enough, but she had not gotten any orders save 'get on the plane'. Something was stirring. She wondered what tricks Ottawa was pulling out of its sleeve this time.
((any questions about Pett itself, feel free to ask))