LPI Leavenworth

[Zapp]

A huge container transport was docked with Fort Bush, giant crates moving through the industrial-sized umbilical spewing them out quickly by means of huge forklifts. A red-in-the-face Matt was staunchly denying ordering a couple dozen Guardians, waving his arms emphatically at the teenager with the bored expression that said hed rather be anywhere else but here and the clipboard that needed a signature. Apparently their delivering company had a staunch, We dont care if its yours, we just need to drop it off somewhere policy that they held to rigorously.

John hobbled up, and patted Matt on the back. It be OK, I ordered em fer da boys in SWAT.

Whuzza?

Ayup, figured dey needed da help, soes we cn get em to kickin some arse. I called in some favors, and also got dis lad, he finished, indicating a Navy Lieutenant.

Whuzza? Matt repeated.

Lieutenant Paul Langst, flight instructor. Pleasure to meet you sir said the young man, who was obviously put off from how much John had changed from his files picture.

Pleasure be mine, boy. Now get ta work! he said, pointing him off to go train the dubious SWAT team.