Once everyone was aboard Logan took his seat behind the pilot and across and from Britannic. He strapped himself into the seat as tightly as possible and gripped the arm rests almost immediately. He hated flying. Half way through, things hadn't gone so badly. Thankfully Ronan was a better than average pilot and Zap proved to be a good co-pilot. Other than the fact she wouldn't shut up.
Less then an hour after taking off from Xavier's they were sitting in the middle of the huge geometrical building. The flight was quick and easy, no hiccups, bad weather, or technical malfunctions. None of which were ever good signs.
As the Blackbird touched down, each of the small oval sized windows that lined the jet closed and the cabin lighting clicked on. For this to work, the jet needed to become a statue. No light, noise, movement, or scent. Which meant no windows, no loud talking, or open vents. Six hours of stale, recycled air... great.
Will always enjoyed flying, but the flight had been too easy for him. Now, if Mars had done as Will had requested and added a couple barrel rolls, that would have awesome. "Hey Brian, we should call this 'Operation Helena' 'cause were like the Trojan Horse. And if its the Brad Pitt version, you're Achilles because he's man-pretty."
Brian barked a laugh and turned in his seat to face Shard. "That makes Logan Hector, on account of he's short and hairy." He cast a glance to the Wolverine who was next to him and grinned before moving to stand after unbuckling.