No pictures (I know, it didn't happen LOL). I filled in several gaps with sprue goo (does anyone else make and use sprue goo? This is my first experience with it). Everything looks much better. I actually took off the rocket mounts from the bottom of the wings since their rotating feature didn't work. Evidently the connecting rod inside the wing that makes them rotate came out of the slots. I will glue them in a fixed position, along with the wings. I sprayed Tamiya Flat Black mixed thinly with alcohol over everything to get a better idea if anything else need attention. I see one spot that needs some putty. I am relatively happy otherwise. I have really enjoyed this airplane. My best friend Ray was in the first Bush's Iraqi war. He was wounded (several times...he is a badass!) and was finally on his third and final wound medivac'd out to be "force" retired. He said while waiting for his flight, the Tornado's would land and take off and were the loudest things he ever heard. He said the F15's, 16s, and other US jets have a "sound", but the Tornado sounds like an Hell has opened up. Cool story. I love hearing his stories when he is willing to tell them. It is one of my greatest honors to be his friend. He was a tank commander and I build his tank with a figure that looked just like him as a Christmas present. Tangent story, his worst wounds came when he had to leave his tank, and was literally lying in the middle of a street on his back and the bullets were flying past overhead and he could hear them zinging. He was like "Well shit. Now what?" After a while he got up and ran to cover and was hit three times, but the badass that he is, he kept fighting. They finally made him get attention, but he said it took several of them to make him stop fighting. Man, can you imagine?! I was researching his tank and read that during WWII the tanks would come back and they would literally hose out the blood from the wounded and dead, then fill it with idiots and send it back out. I was talking to Ray about it and I said, "My God, can you imagine that?". He got quiet for a minute, and said, "I don't have to imagine it". I nearly cried. Ray is my hero. Literally.