/ we’re continuing the chain here bc i Said So
* the bike had barely come to a screeching halt before nathaniel was jumping off. after a (rather hazardous) ride from the building to the airport hangar, in which nathaniel had to admit the other agent wasn’t nearly as bad a driver as he made her out to be, they were still running out of time. but, being the narcissistic man that nathaniel was, he couldn’t help but indulge in a / bit / of gloating. the private airplane hangar they now stood at the entrance of was a friend of the nathaniel’s, a fellow former fly boy who had spent a small fortune in crafting the location for his use. & donahue had spent many a days sending aircrafts (one even of his own) to store as well as using them on the man’s behalf in order to be able to use it if the need ever arises … like it did this very moment. * this is the private hangar i was talking about … it’s got an inventory of five jets, two decommissioned commercial planes, several military bombers, & more. so, take your pick.