".....Why are you showing me this?"
"These are your choices. These will be what you and your fighter pilots are gonna be using. Pick wi-"
"Corsair."
"....That didn't take long."
"Indeed it didn't. Seriously though, look at this thing....all those rockets....mmph."
"Crowe, please, don't have an episode now."
"Fine, fine. What about the planes? Do I need to sign for them, or....?"
"Yep. Here ya go."
You take the offered pen, clicking it an re-opening the white folder as you looked over the papers once more. In all honesty, it was just an acknowledgement of responsibility that you now had these planes and that you needed to not get them fucked up. RnD along with the Arsenal Administration would handle getting them to Shoukaku and your guys, you just needed to not get shot down.
Easier said than done.
Lu said his goodbyes as he went back to deal with some other headache that was no doubt grating away at his last few nerve clusters. RnD was a tough field to work in, but you got access to a lot of cool shit. Speaking of which...you could fuck around in here for a little bit....surely it wouldn't hurt, right?
On the other hand...you still didn't have your tea....and you needed a nap badly.
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[] Time to play with the RnDemons. Maybe they have some more popcorn making CIWS Lasers?
[] Find Shoukaku. Get back to your wing. WE MUST TEST THE WHISTLING DEATH.
[] Find Shoukaku. Nap on her shoulder, lap, head, shoe, whatever. You need a nap.
[] Write in.