He drew in a deep breath as his eyes opened. He wasn't there anymore, South Sotoa was long behind him, that was all Pearsohn could tell himself to try and steady his rapidly beating heart. Blood rushed through his mind as he looked around the briefing room and realized that a group of officers was now entering. The noise that had brought him out was the clattering of a young woman's desk and chair as she snapped to attention. He smirked in response, but gave nothing more in regards to her. Nodding towards the entering cadre of liasons from the local military forces, he listened carefully to the following briefing.
It was the typical bullshit, the typical warnings, and most of all the typical pilots. This was Mercenary Flying, and he loved every second of it, but to say that he liked it was another matter altogether. His mind paid him reminder to that at all times and he let his head drop back as he rolled his neck side to side in and attempt to pop some of the kinks that had built up while he'd snoozed. Smiling at the cacophony of pops coming from the muscles about his neck, he straightened in his seat and stretched his muscles, letting his long legs kick out and also let loose their own symphony of gunshot-like cracks.
"I got a question, can we leave?"