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[neverbelievedintheend]

There was a time when Stacker Pentecost had access to enough aircraft to make Hugh Trenchard jealous. This is not that time; it hasn't been that time for nearly a year now. When the PPDC's funding was pulled and diverted to the Wall-building efforts, personnel transports were dropped from the list of things Pentecost felt it was necessary to find funding for almost immediately. he had priorities. He's always had priorities.

The helicopter he's in now isn't much by anyone's standards, a small single-rotor Sikorsky, but that's all it has to be. It just has to make it to Sitka.

Not his favorite part of Alaska by any means, but he doesn't plan on being there very long.

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[neverbelievedintheend]

The door slides open. Pentecost leans out a little ways, enough to make his inquiry of "Change of heart?" audible over the sounds of the Sikorsky's engines.

[dontchaserabbits]

"I lost my job!" Raleigh yells over the chopper noise. "Why did you wait?"

[neverbelievedintheend]

"It's been five years and four months," says Pentecost, and smiles properly for the first time in a very long time. "Another five minutes wouldn't hurt."

[dontchaserabbits]

Becket climbs aboard the chopper, and with one upward lift --

Raleigh Becket was a Jaegar pilot again.