The green-brown smudge of the landscape rushing by underneath them is soon replaced by the grey of the North-Atlantic, growing rapidly closer as Ashlie brings the jet down, flying unsettlingly close to the waves. The destroyer takes a while to show up on radar and when it finally does it's quickly within visual range as well, the strange geometric tower of the modern ship rising above the waves next to a thick column of black smoke.
"There's nothing disrupting communications, but they're not answering. I'm getting some very odd readings, but the ship seems to be operational." she informs them as the plane slows down. "It's almost..." She trails off and as the QuinJet makes a turn to align itself with the landing pad on the ship's bow they can see that there appear to be a number of crewmen just kind of standing on deck, at the ready. The jet's engines angle downward as Ashlie brings the plane in for a pin-point landing, the plane's wings extending out over the width of the ship, landing gear narrowly fitting onto the deck. Ashlie has gone quiet, just staring ahead into nothing, presumably to make sure she sticks the landing. The rear hatch begins to open and hits the ship's deck with a dull thud, the whine of the engines spinning down still filling the air.
"Welcome aboard." Ashlie says in kind of a deadpan tone. Her humor is really not the best.
Outside they can see a group of crewmen taking up position as almost a phalanx, apparently ready to greet them?