"What do you mean you don't have orders to take this into the air" The female Patriot stood in the ship hanger, hand on a man's shoulder who appeared to be a pilot. "I just want a small ship. Nothing that will take the attention. Make sure it has atleast three escape pods, just incase it goes south you can escape back to Earth. This is not up to debate!" She squeezed his shoulder, making him let out a pain filled groan before she through him into the ship. Following behind him, she'd take powerful steps into the ship. The man stumbled to the controls as the doors began to close. Patriot crossed her arms and took a seat in a chair. She had seen the damage the Phoenix had done and knew it was a suicide mission going into space to try and stop it. If she couldn't stop it, atleast she could stall it enough for SHIELD to get their shit together. It would be too cliche if she called her loved one and told him she probably wasn't going to see him again after this mission, so she chose not too. There was a small chance it could be a success, no?