Icarus Sidewinder zipped up his flight suit, running his fingers over the several patches down his arm. As he did so, he took special notice of the 'Project: Icarus' flight patch on his right arm. Named for him, his father's flight project had been tailor-made for him from top to bottom. It was always meant for him... and he'd have it no other way.
Opening his case, Icarus lifted his two new gauntlets from their place next to his jetpack. He'd gotten the idea from Drake during the Abaddon mission and had passed it along to his father, who'd designed the new 'weapons' in the pilot's arsenal.
They'd been designed with grappling cables, tracking devices, smokescreens, retractable blades for hand-to-hand combat, and a variety of other gadgets for just about any possible scenario. D. Percival Sidewinder was one of the greatest inventors on the planet, making devices like these gauntlets a commodity that Icarus wasn't willing to trade in anytime soon.
As he slid his jetpack on, a beeping sound came from his helmut. Picking up his helmut, Icarus pulled his portable mic from inside and spoke into it.
"Yeah?" he asked.
{{{Mr. Sidewinder?}}}
Icarus sighed. "Yes, Jym?"
{{{I believe the others are rendevousing in the helicopter bay, should you be willing to join them.}}}
"Sure, Jym," Sidewinder answered, pulling his helmut onto his head. "I'll be right there..."
