LPI Leavenworth

[Zapp]

Later that same day, John sat in his cheap, run-down apartment on Fort Bush, phone in hand. It was one of those older models, where you actually had to dial in a number instead of just press a button and say the name of who you wanted to call. From memory and old habit, he dialed the number of his old friend, Colonel Bill Phillips.

John, How you liking the retired life? What can I do for you? his jovial voice clearly audible, even to someone who stood across the room.

Retirement aint all its cracked up to be, his Texan accent coming through strong. I got my money stolen, so I had to join the LPI.

Ha, where our kind goes to die, right?

Exactly. Anyways, Ive seen how these sorry slobs operate, and I feel sorry for them, and more importantly, for the civilians theyre supposed to be protecting.

That bad? I heard talk, but I didnt think

Bill, they couldnt take down a single cardamine smuggler with their entire force, and I do use the word force in the loosest manner possible. Anyways, I need some military-grade firepower for them, but with no more standing, Im reduced to calling up favors and begging. Think you can spot me something? Some Guardians at the least?

No promises, but I think I can, if they know its not going to some pirates.

Thanks. Bye.

John hung up the phone, and dialed again, calling all his old Navy buddies, including a few admirals.