Year 1-Chapter 5: Birth of Condor

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**Adrianna eagerly knocks on the door of the building, Feeling confident and determined in her dream to help the military and those in the force. Two minutes later, a man named of Commander John R. Jameson answered** 

Adrianna: Greetings, Commander Jameson, Boy do I have something for you and your general and Especially your Air Force. 

**Commander Jameson went to get his general, Conner McNeil. After a minute, John approached Adrianna** 

John R. Jameson: Ok Adrianna, come on in and lets see what you got 
**she followed behind him as she closed the door**

**John and Adrianna side by side approached General McNeil, sitting there Cleaning up his table and desk before the closed for the Night. Along with the other sergeants. He looked up at both people standing in front of him, along with a wheeled mover draped, hiding something**

General McNeil: Commander, gentlemen.. Miss? what brings you here at this time? 

Adrianna: **she gave a salute to him** Sir, Permission to state my name? 

General McNeil: At ease and as you were.

Adrianna: My name is Adrianna Toomes, and what I have here is my application to join the air force and help out the air force, If I can as best as possible

General McNeil: What makes you want to join the air force?

Adrianna: I Feel like I can do a great service by not only serving but also making advance technology to help advance our forces and our troops in the field

**So far, McNeil wasn't in a disagreement with what she was pitching**

John R. Jameson: I think we should see what she has to offer, sir. She would fit in greatly with our cadets and trainees. 

General McNeil: That better not be a bomb is All I ask, Ms. Toomes

Adrianna: It isn't, trust me I've checked.. **Clears throat and unveils**

**It was a suit.. with wings, it had a fighter jet pilot esc helmet, silver and blue on the arms, the wings, the clawed like feet, and a air force logo sticker on the back left side of the helmet. The guys were impressed**

John R. Jameson: Not Bad, Rookie

General McNeil: indeed... But I Must ask.. A Few things

Adrianna: Of course, Sir 

General McNeil: Why the claws on it?

Adrianna: its meant to represent a air force suit, that can fly and land without using airplanes or jets.. what if someone shoots a missile in one of the turbines or there's a crash. The user will have better access, Therefore the claws on the end of the feet help it land and land on your feet better. 

General McNeil: So.. you expect one or everyone to use these? Instead of our well equipped air force jets? **She nodded with confidence** I see your vision.. However .. **it was here, Adrianna was starting to get slightly nervous** We use jets for a reason..

Adrianna: Of course, sir but this may be a prototype but it'll move faster and more agile to maneuver a missile attack 

General McNeil: I'm sorry.. its not safe , prototype or not.. this will risk my men and women out there and how you going to manufacture this?. 

John R. Jameson: What about working with scientists, sir?

General McNeil: Commander Jameson! I will not be putting my soldiers in jeopardy because of some... amateur cosplay in tin foil...**The general realized what he said and didn't mean it, he sighs** I'm sorry

Adrianna:**Holding back her tears, softly but with betrayal in her tone** No, you're not...

General McNeil: Excuse me?!?

Adrianna:**Louder** You're Not sorry, I want to help my country and make a difference and Yo~ You spit in my general direction. How Dare You!

General McNeil: Ms. Toomes! I was being Nice, but you speak to a Officer like This.. You are NOT welcome back here, Jameson, escort Toomes..

Adrianna: You're Nothing.. But corporate Vultures! I want to help shape the future and you just want to sit and rot.. There's only room for one bird of prey and I Am It! 

**She took her armor and escorted herself from the facility**  


**The next morning, it was a Saturday**

*I was still laying and sleeping on the couch, but I was then woken up by the smell of pancakes. Whenever that aroma is in the air, usually my aunt is at work and my uncle, takes the time to cook something in the kitchen and its always like a "tradition" for him to make pancakes, plus I enjoy me a good stack of pancakes* But here's the weird thing, the smell did wake me up.. but it wasn't the first thing that did.. I don't know what..**

*My uncle brought me a plate of 3 sweet smelling silver dollar pancakes*

Andrew: I can get up , you know , Uncle Paul **he gave a smirk and kinda sounded smug**

Uncle Paul: Oh ok.. I guess I can eat these pancakes and not give them to my nephew **Said teasingly** I just wanted to~

Andrew: I know *I smiled* and I appreciate it, Truly Uncle Paul  

Uncle Paul: Anytime, Kiddo. 

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