Off we go...

<snip>
Jay, Dean and the other pilots who weren't currently preoccupied
within a Sea of Dirac headed for the shuttles; Lomaz was particularly
surprised when her shuttle thundered out of the shuttle bay seemingly
on its own accord just as she reached its hatch, accompanied by what
sounded like a tortured scream of a panicking man, like for example
John Smith, echoed around the hangar bay.
<end snip>
McJohn, limping from when Seymour had kicked his thigh while stepping
over him, staggered up to the Phoenix and climbed aboard just as Jay
closed the hatch. Jay's head swung around as McJohn appeared on the
flight deck.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped.
"Need a gunner?" McJohn replied non-chalantly.
"No."
"Good. I'm a terrible shot. I just came on board to take some
pictures." McJohn said, brandishing an old-fashioned 35mm camera with
various telephoto and image enhancement attachments.
"Oh Christ!"
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