I don't know why this field test took forever for me to write but it did.

Field Test: Cadet #191 076 090 096

Above the Caribbean Sea - 17:12 PM

Angela knew she was fucked for her field test after seeing her SO push James out of their hovering quinjet without giving him a parachute. At least he's above the ocean and can fly. She stretches up to try and look out the window to make sure James is alright, but she diverts her attention to Agent Moore. Her SO is still standing by the open dock door, buckling a sleek jetpack across her chest and torso.

"Agent Moore?" Angela questions, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Welcome to your field test, Rogers," Bonnie responds with a sweet smile. "Autopilot's now disabled and you're unable to override it. Good luck."

Angela watches Agent Moore jump out, having given her a flashy wave before flying off. Angela takes a moment to process the last few seconds before alarms going off in the quinjet grab her attention.

She leaps from her seat and runs over to the pilot seat, slipping on the headset. Angela closes the hangar door and exhales, taking in the silence as she grips the controls.

Her eyes flicker to the navigation system in front of her. Her quinjet in the middle and two red dots narrowing in towards her. That's the moment Angela remembers the point of Xavier's field test: relying more on strategic skills rather than strength and speed.

"Oh boy…" Angela mutters as she turns off the autopilot and picks up speed.

Angela notices the two quinjets following her are gaining her tracks so she looks ahead to see what she has to work with. A blue sky, barely any clouds to cover her. Reflective panels are disabled as well and she doesn't have the clearance to overrule it (she's tried). At least she doesn't have to bark out aerial codes since nobody's helping her. This is worse than learning how to drive since at least Britney was there.

Angela steers the quinjet upwards and cranes it around. Her hair stands straight once she's upside down and falls back onto her shoulders once she's flying upright. The two quinjets that were once on her tail are now in front of her. They roll to the side in opposite directions. Angela doesn't watch where they go but speeds ahead.

Angela turns towards terrain, running a map through her head so it has imaging rather than coordinates on her quinjet's navigation systems. She was above the Caribbean Sea when James was pushed off and she headed south or more so southwest when she took the controls. She hasn't been to Latin America but she remembers her Academy geography classes, specifically where to go when being chased in the air.

Closed spaces are either your best friend or your worst enemy. Angela's pretty sure Britney's said the same thing about parallel parking but when in Peru.

Angela aims the quinjet towards the Aztec Canyons, turning the bird on its side to glide against the canyon wall. She quickly glances at her navigation system and she's the only one in proximity so she slows and turns on the reflective panels with a switch above her head. Now her quinjet looks like the rocky terrain as she waits in idle under a cliffside.

Angela holds her breath as she watches her navigation. She sits in idle herself, ready to make a move. Sweat forms along her hairline, beading as she notices two red dots heading her way on the screen. The swift sound of quinjets zip past her but she doesn't exhale in relief because she has a feeling in her gut that something is wrong.

Her eyes flick upwards when she hears something, the sound of a switchblade being flicked. Angela doesn't react or turn around. She needs to pretend she doesn't notice anything. Without creaking in the pilot's seat, Angela grips the controls. In a split second, she whips the quinjet in reverse, sending it shooting back. Angela aims the bird upwards and turns on autopilot.

At the sound of a struggle, Angela leaps out of her seat and runs through the observation desk to see a stowaway crash on the cabin seats, trying to right themselves. Angela kicks the switchblade out of their hand and spin around. She flips over the seat and kicks him down, landing on the ground as well.

When an alarm inside the quinjet goes off, Angela scrambles back to her feet. She crouches over the controls and flicks them off, exhaling in relief as she slides on the headphones and sees an incoming call.

Agent Moore: Good job, Cadet Rogers, permission to dock?

Angela has never felt so relieved. "Permission granted."

-o-

Agent Moore docked onto Angela's quinjet, swapping places with the supposed stowaway she had to deal with. Angela turns to see her SO walk through the cabin, scribbling on her tablet before holding it at her hip. She thinks about all the aviation laws she broke and improper flying techniques she employed while in the air.

Angela can't help but think that she's never getting her first assignment now. "I messed up."

"No, you adapted around your mistake," Bonnie responds, taking a seat at the pilot's chair and gesturing for Angela to sit next to her. "That's what I wanted to see. I knew you'd falter once you had to leave the pilot's seat or when nobody was on your tail anymore. I'm noting that you didn't have to open fire."

"Was I supposed to?"

Bonnie shrugs. "Did you need to?"

"Not really."

"Exactly." She turns her seat to face her. "Angela, everyone gets something to deter them. You and your brother were put into situations where you couldn't rely on your enhanced abilities. He had to deal with the snow and skiing downhill being followed while you had to manage flying a quinjet while being chased and ambushed."

Angela nods. Still, her brother just got a nice skiing trip. Lucky.

"Pym couldn't fly or use electricity," Bonnie adds, looking downwards, "at least I hope he didn't try the latter. I'm getting word in from Prof Nine that he did."

Angela scoffs. She'll inform her SO later what James did during his field test once he tells her. "What about Merida?"

Bonnie holds back a laugh as she starts the quinjet but slides the controls over to Angela. "She'll have fun with hers."

Back to when Britney helped Angela get her licence (which nicely pairs with recent events in PNG that I already wrote but isn't out for you yet):
Britney's Counterpart - Chapter 226: (Britney Braun) Licence For Magic