[color=#FFFFFF]The plan had worked masterfully, More transports were destroyed at LA - the second lot in as much as a week. The first lot was for fun, the second lot for money and now it was time for part 3. Capturing the navy person thing.
Luis Hernandez rocked back and forth in his chair, he was on the net communicating with his brother and sister. He still didn't grasp the situation fully. "We now have to kidnap navy pilot. We take to secret base... We.. not.. kill her?" Jeffrey sighed and explained again. "We get paid? Excellent excellent.. What do I do?" Jeffrey seems to be quite annoyed by this point, and explains Luis's role. "Ooh distract distract, ok! Distract.. distract..." Luis starts to rock back and forth again, babbling to himself. "Which secret base again?!" Jeffrey went a bit mad over the comms before screaming "KANSAS". "Oki oki, I arrange strike wing. Distract Matt. Get Matt to send distress signal, meet up with you in LA - blast more transports, Angel will arrive - Go mad. We blast her. I got it. What's after that?" Jeffrey kills the comm signal. "Can I has my cardimine now?" Luis starts tapping the screen asking it to say hello to Jeffrey again. He sets his autopilot to the Pittsburgh debris field and keeps tapping the screen, repeatedly saying hello.
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[font=Courier New]Battleship Missouri, New York
[color=#FFFFFF]Matt was down in the hanger bay readying to launch when a ping came through from Docking control.
"Aye, I'm ready tae proceed through dock 1 control. What's up?" "Lt Commander Dimitrova has requested to speak with you Lt Smith." "Ah, that's a problem - wait one." Matt keyed in a comm code. "Mission control, can we divert the secondary wing out to the Pittsburgh debris instead of my wing?" "Negative, the secondary CAP wing is on the far side of Badlands. You're the only wing free." "Blast, copy Mission control." Matt keys back into the docking control frequency. "Launch control, we need priority clearance. Can you ask Dimitrova to contact me via my personal frequency? Tell her we've got a hacker problem and I have tae leave ASAP."
Matt sighs as he launches, once he was out of the Missouri - He ordered the rest of his wing to follow. They were new kids these, fresh faced out of West Point. He didn't quite know what to say to them.
"Right guys, we've had reports of a few wings of Hacker fighters assembling near the dense particle cloud. Our job is tae clear them oot. All fighters switch to TAC-5, keep the comms clear."
He chuckled to himself.
"Stay frosty, I don't want to lose my life out here because ye lot were daydreaming!"