"Ooh, yes," he responds. "We've been-- friends a long time." It feels good to finally admit to that, since for years he had to pretend not to know him, and to his bosses had to pretend he was the enemy.

It might be clear from the wings that a long time doesn't really mean ten years, but more like in the thousands. Jet doesn't need to know that.

"You won't be able to miss him," he says. "He's got a pair of these," he adds, gesturing to the wings. "Only in black."