"That's what makes auto-pilot so wonderful. The plane will fly you to the site and you can use a parachute to get to the ground. I trust you know how to handle one of those," she countered without batting an eye. Rolling her eyes hard enough to probably strain something, she wished the testosterone posturing would be done soon. "Go find Max, track him down and if you have to, take him out. If you haven't read the files, I suppose I would warn he's a tricky bastard and has friends in low places. Otherwise, no."