*You enter the hanger just after dark. You walk up to a beautifully painted fighter jet, deep blue with hues of color like a painting. The MIG is already perfectly maintained, but you're almost entranced by it and the custom modifications and features the clearly skillful pilot has made to it. You're so absorbed you don't notice that pilot is actually sleeping in the hanger.* "Ey, paren'!" *You turn around, and see a grizzled woman usher you towards her, waving a bottle of alcohol with one...