As Aiden is launched across the Atlantic in the specialized pod Jen is sitting in the comm room to watch over the skeleton crew as well as to get away from her family to think and clear her head from the day, switching through the cameras at several international airports in France to watch for any known terrorists and to see if her husband made it in safety. When the plane that Aiden was flying on arrives she focuses in on the gate that he would be exiting through, watching all the passengers and is mildly surprised to not see Aiden among the group so she does what is natural, grabs her phone that sits on the desk before her to send a simple text "Hey baby, did your flight get in alright?" At this time the pod that Aiden was traveling in hits the lower atmosphere and peels apart like a banana, flinging the soldier through the air towards France, the special suit he is wearing heating up from the sudden friction of the air, looking down his stomach feels like it falls out watching the ocean and continents slide past under him. Aiden has no way to notice that his cell vibrated from the text that Jen just sent him. At the time Aiden is flung through lower space an alarm is sounded signaling the missile on the radar for a brief moment before it peels apart to release Wolf on his mission, during the 15 seconds that Jen has the projectile on radar the post dives into a flurry of activity to find its launch point and its classification. Before they can figure anything out the pod is burned up and the only thing left for them to track is the roughly 6' long core which gives off no signature to track what so ever so the anomaly is marked up as a failed satellite launch. But after about half an hour since the anomaly Jen begins to think things are off, and worried since Aiden has yet to reply to the text which is highly odd for him.
Back over the Mid-Atlantic Aiden watches his visor beginning to freeze over, ice crystals and tendrils starting at the edges and working their way to the center as the digital displays tick off his altitude, speed, external temp as well as a map with way points marking his progress. After roughly twenty minutes of free fall he hits a way points which signals him to deploy his chute for the remainder of the two hour HAHO into France, not able to hear the fabric being torn from his pack but feels the sudden jerk up and grabs the risers to steer along the plotted route, which is constantly being updated via weather satellites to adjust for weather changes and wind patterns. It is not until Aiden lands in a French field and stores his chute almost three hours later that Jen gets the reply to the text she sent which brings on a wave of relief, anger and curiosity as to why it took him so long to reply, as she leans back into the chair she types out a reply "baby? Did something happen with your flight? You were supposed to land three hours ago…" Aiden is hoofing it across the open field as his personal phone vibrates in his pocket, groaning some as he digs it out to read the message while he hits the tree line, buttons clicking in the cool night as his thumb works the keys to reply "Things got a little delayed on the flight over, weather as usual. Then I got picked up by the French security team as soon as I landed and of course they had to go out and drink lol" Tucks the phone away as he picks up motions in his peripheral vision and stops, nodding to the soldiers that surround him, one soldier patting him down to check him before nodding to the leader whom extends a hand to Wolf as well as a greeting. The sun is already starting to raise as the group reaches the outskirts of a small French suburb outside Paris where they fit Wolf with a spare set of clothing so he can blend in more with the general populace as he is given a final briefing on the mission, locating the black market and arms dealers selling the mech parts.
Still jet lagged from the launch over to Europe Wolf decides to head out for a cup of coffee now that the surrounding area is starting to come to life as morning marches on, melting into the crowd he smiles and listens to the people chatting as they go about their daily lives. Taking a seat in one of the outdoor café and orders a black coffee from the waitress sitting with his back to the café so he can watch the people walking to and fro as he sips the drink. As the waitress refills Wolf's cup as a woman pulls out the chair to the table behind him and sits, ordering a drink as well, Wolf tenses up as he takes a sip, hearing her voice "Hello Wolf… it is nice to finally meet you in person… I take it you are here to find out about my operation?" The woman's voice is a thick Irish accent, turning slightly Wolf is able to get a glimpse of the woman, placing her at her mid-thirties, long brown hair that reaches to the middle of her shoulder blades and matching eyes. The eyes seem to draw his attention the most as they seem familiar but cannot be places, taking a sip from his coffee he acts casual but his voice venomous "So I assume you're the one that shot my team with the energy weapons? And why are you contacting me like this?..." Wolf moves to turn more but the woman's voice sounds in a motherly voice as if scolding an unruly child "tsk tsk tsk… turn around too far and the sniper three blocks down, left side of the street, roof top will drop you where you sit… that's a good boy" Wolf growls as he faces away from the woman as he listens to her talk "That was my squad that shot you down Wolf, and I will even make your job easier by giving you the location of the black market we use" Wolf can here the scratching of a pen on paper as the woman speaks and the sounds of a chair sliding back and sound of heels on the cobble stone, blinking as she places a manila folder on the table in front of him "Happy reading Wolf"