THe door opens to reveal a 19 year old kid in the uniform of a Navy Bomber pilot. Lts. Bars are on his collar. On his chest was the the insignia of Task Force Iota, a newly made Navy Force that handled domestic threats to Liberty. The sits down at the abr and orders a glass of some soft drink. He looks over, searching until he sees a Navy person. He walks over.
Hey. YOu know about the crazy Order pilot who's been drifting around New York?
The kid sits down at a nearby table and waits for an answer