Nathan sat back in his quarters. He'd jst had an interview with the Boss and life looked gloomy again, giving up his spot on Refugio to kick Alamo? Not his idea of fun. Refugio's bed's were better for a start. None the less, he'd been told what to do, and do it he would. His Bomber had been delivered to Ouray earlier today, all that remained was to get suited up and head out to the bays.
He arrived on Ouray with little fuss. Making as little fuss as he could he went up to the current Wing Leaders office.
"Afternoon Jonathon."
"Hey, Nathan, what's up?" Jon replied, not looking up from the pile of paperwork that had soemhow accumulated
Nathan smiled. "You need to get a secretary for that."
"I did but she never turned up."
Nathan actually laughed. "How ironic, Boss sent me down, he ain't happy Jon. Seems we're just not getting the birds in the sky, nobodie's hearing the message, sent me down to help. Well actually what he said was 'Get yer ass down there and pull your damn weight.', but the gist is the same."
"Yeah well, seems the Unioners have been messing around in Hudson and Bering recently, maybe it's time we kicked em out once and for all?"
"Sounds good, I'll see if I can't round up a few crews to get airbourne, we could use the resources they bring in." nathan turned on his heel and left. First off he'd need soem piltos, that always helped.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.