Yeah, i'm at the ***** bar, chilling while listening to some groovy cool music instead of making this report at my desk. Not the paper pusher here.
So.. I was transferring some Navy boys i caught the other day, from Ouray to our facilities for a good 'debrief' as one would put it... When i was.. Well.. Intercepted by them Blue Collar Navy boyos.
Not cool, but still.. It was only one.
Yeah right. I bet your eyebrows raised just now, ye?
Yup, you can figure it out. In less than five minutes.. I was surrounded, while i was trying to enlighten the Navy boy called Luke about the Hellfire Legion.
So, let's recap the passengers of the brand new tour-bus of Danger Zone in New York.
Luke TF7|SK-J.Burton TF7|SK-M.Brown TF7|RA-D.Jones
[LN]-Jack.Will
[LN]-Barney.Ross
[LN]-Matt.Smith
=LSF=Morgan.Donald
Yeeeee haaawwww.. Danger Zone was too hot for my style. And guess what, a bloody lucky shot from the LSF and the Navy boy Will (which decided to double team my cool style, while the rest watched in awe), wasted my long range comm array. So i was stuck with system wide transmissions.
And yeah. No Hellfire in system to help my, now very in danger, behind.
Luckily, a previous acquaintance of my sister and notorious unlawful in Liberty, Mr. Crazy and his Sabre with the Go.Crazy sign painted on the canopy, managed to received my may-hell-day, and provided me with support. Even so. Way outnumbered.
Heck, underdogs are stylish and cool, right?
So, we decided to attack. In a pure, Crazy Cool, shooting down the bad bad bad Blue Collars.
And wow babeh! The Danger Zone was officially ON!
With some witty moves and saucy walk, =LSF=Morgan.Donald bit the space dust, thanks to Mr. Cool Crazy.
Then, it was my turn to shine. And what a light i was basked with. Booom! TF7|SK-M.Brown was the generous boyo that decided to blow up under my guns and generate the light.
Thanks man!!!
A little push here, a little nudge there, and my Hell'Goddamn'flurry's did the damage to make TF7|SK-J.Burton implode in awesome and cool.
Then, we danced with them Navy Blue boyos for some time.. Mr. Smith was the target that was about to be put down.. But moooooore reinforcements arrived. Go figure.
And as i and Mr. Crazy checked the names.. Well, we feared.. We wept... We cried. For there was too much awesome together now in such a confined space.. that well.. New York could implode.
So, with many tears and bye-bye's, we decided to skidaddle out of there.
As we finally reached the Colorado jump.. Well, it was a teary farewell between me and Mr.Crazy..
Because.. Well.. That was a heck load of fun. *Laughs*