Lena was skipping practically to the hangar where she met the gaze of an impatient Jack. Winston was working on improving the calibrations for the slipstream.

"Oxton, you're late." Morrison sounded like he was scolding her.

"Sorry had to get some food, can't fly on an empty stomach." She replied in her cheerful tone.

"Is this it?" Lena asked walking over to Winston.

"It's an elementary model but yes, this is it. I'm still making adjustments so that you will be able to distance your jumps safely with an accurate distance."

"Oxton!" Lena jumped at Morrison yelling at her. "Don't make me regret selecting you for this. Remember this is on a need to know basis only. If anyone asks why your here remember what to tell them."

"Yea yea, I know. Flying transports for you guys." Lena replied rolling her eyes.

"When do you think it will be ready for a test flight." Lena asked.

"We will be able to do a "blink" test flight tomorrow if i can get these calibrations to line up." Winston answered. "If we can pull this off we can move on to further exploring what more we can do."

"Like what?" Lena asked.

"What if there was a crisis on the other side of the world, what could we do?" Morrison asked "If there was another uprising where we could only delay seconds, what could we do? If we can perfect the slipstream we could warp time and space and jump the jet to it's destination in the blink of an eye" Morrison looked out in the sky.

"That sounds wicked! Put me behind the controls and point me where to fly" Lena was glowing with excitement.

Morrison soon remembered why he had picked Lena as the pilot. Not only was she the most skilled pilot for her age, but she was also very ambitious. Even if she could be a little childish she was by far the best one to fly this.

"Winston I trust you can keep her out of trouble until then?" Lena stuck her tongue out at the commander for making that remark. "I've got other matters to attend to. I'll see you both here tomorrow morning."

Lena walked over and leaned up against Winston mesmerized by his concentration. Winston let out a small sigh. "Something on your mind Lena?"

"Oh nothing really important, I was just curious about something, or someone." Lena said as she was messing with some of the tools on the table.

"And who might that be?"

Lena started to blush a light pink and asked, "Whats the story with Chris? He's not really your typical soldier, and he's definitely no social butterfly, how did he, well, make it here?"

Winston put his tools down and adjusted his glasses before sitting Lena down.

"Chris is, how should I put this, a special case to say the least. Talon caused an accident that cost him his family, but he never really got any closure. He adjusted to the life here very fast for a person in his circumstances. Angela has concerns that he might be subject to panic attacks or some form of PTSD. That is why she is trying her best to ease him into exploring the possibilities of seeking therapy."

"What do you mean he never got any closure." Lena asked.

"The bodies were never recovered, although that's not to say their fates were left uncertain. It's a miracle Chris even survived. He is somewhat burdened with being the lone survivor."

"He seems pretty normal to me, maybe a little quiet sometimes." Lena's tone was kind of annoyed with the insinuation that Chris was being made out to be damaged goods.

"Angela has discussed this with myself and the commander. You know her, her suspicions are not unwarranted. She seems to think he is a ticking time bomb. He's bottled up everything that happened, she's worried it will come out at the worst time."

Lena looked a little defeated at the revelation. She knew Angela was usually right about this sort of thing.

"Just be careful around him, ok Lena?"

"Not to worry big guy I'm always careful." She said with a big smile. "I'll let you get back to your work."

"See you tomorrow Lena." Winston went back to work on the ship as Lena made her way out of the hangar.

Chris was visibly happier that evening. He was too restless to sleep though. He couldn't stop thinking about Lena. He had more of a pep in his step when going to the armory, until he saw Reyes. He met his gaze in the hall and froze. Gabriel had the same stone cold look on his face walking by him.

"Reyes?"

Gabriel froze in the hall not turning around.

"Thank you, for everything. I feel I'm not grateful enough for you helping me since you brought me here. So thank you, sir."

Reyes turned around finally breaking the cold stare approaching Chris and with a firm grasp on his shoulder smiled back at Chris. "You are a great soldier now, you will be a fantastic agent."

"Genji told me there's a good chance we won't see each other if i pass the tests."

Reyes' smile started to fade. "I'm working on finding a way to keep you here." Reyes pulled Chris in for a tight embrace. "Don't worry, I'm always watching your back son. One step at a time worry about passing the tests first." Chris broke the embrace nodding his head. Reyes gave him a reassuring smile before continuing down the hall.

Chris continued making his way to the armory.

"Chris hey wait up!" A smile grew across his face at the sound of Lena. He turned to see Lena sprinting to catch up to him. "I'm done with flying for the day and got nothing to do, any suggestions?" Chris just shrugged.

"Well I need Torb to look at my blades real quick, the retracting mechanism isn't as crisp responding as it should be." Lena smiled as they both made their way down to the armory.

"So what's your specialty love?"

"Pardon?" Chris was kind of confused by the question.

"Well Genji is stealthy, McCree is a crack shot, Gabriel is..well Gabriel. What do you excel at?"

"I'd like to think I'm a jack of all trades. Although if I had to choose my strongest attribute, it would probably be hand to hand combat. I have been training with Genji for well over 2 years now. But that's not to say my shot isn't too shabby. It's not as accurate as McCree's but you know I can hold my own." Chris said very proudly. "It's funny McCree and I have held a couple of contest to see who's better. I've come close a couple times, but man that shot of his is inhuman."

Lena was lost in listening to Chris ramble on. Nobody had ever gotten Chris to say more than a few sentences at a time unless he was forced to interact with the person like Angela or Jack. The two of them were laughing and talking down the hall, something Chris hadn't done since before the accident.