Matt Smith & Angelina Dimitrova

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[font=Courier New]Newark Station, Manhattan

[color=#FFFFFF]David Smith was in his office, drinking heavily from a bottle of Scotch. It was over. Two more transports were downed by the time he had arrived back. He had no idea how or why, the local freelancers were supposed to be watching them. He had a deal with the Hernandez's, who else wanted this to fail?! He smelt a double cross, but he had drunk far too much by this point.

"No, no, no, NO, NO!"
David punched the wall, hurting his hand in the process.
"If it was a double cross, well that's impossible anyway, they're entrapping Angelina.. Dammit does that matter now?!"
David ran his hands threw his balding hair. He knew it was too late either way.
"ARGH!"

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[font=Courier New]Pittsburgh Debris Field, New York

[color=#FFFFFF]The wing of Liberty navy fighters entered the view. Luis, for all his mental failings, could still organise an ambush. They got just about close enough when his wing fired their cruise disruptors.

Matt heard the bleeping alarms, but there was nothing he could do about it and was taking out of cruise speed.

"Dammit! We're nae where near tha' specified place. Mission controls got this one 'rong. All fighters up and face! Accelerate tae attack speed an' target tha'.."
Two explosions went off either side of him. Two pilots had instantly been downed.
"Dammit! Wing - go evasive!"
Matt finally saw a couple of the attackers, they were in Bayonet Heavy Fighters. Hard to hit, very maneuverable and they packed a punch. He got one in his sights and fired. Missing, he chased it for about a minute. Getting it's shields down - he fired his Mini Razor in tandem with his main guns. He was greeted with a fierce explosion which showered his ship.
"Got one! Wing, report in."
He was greeted by silence and then another voice.
"All dead all dead all dead!
"Who is this?! Why are ye on a military signal!?"
"All dead, your turn now, hahahaha!"

Luis turned the remainder of his wing towards Matt - all firing, Matt lost his shields and had several hits on his hull. He saw the situation was hopeless and started a fighting retreat.

"Switching to TAC-1, ouch, Mayday Mayday - This is Lt Smith of CAP Alpha wing - I'm under attack and taking damage. We were ambushed! Need assistance!"
"Hehe, we heard that toooooooooo. Mayday mayday mayday!

Suddenly, Matt took a bad hit to his left wing. He was losing power and maneuverability. He started spirling out of control.

"Leave him, leave him - awoken the beast!! HEHE! Time to kill transports and civilians on Los Angeles."
"Missouri control, they've activated their cruise engines and are running. They've left me for dead. I'm alright - They're heading to LA. Send all available fighters to LA - They're targeting civilians!"

Matt looked around his cockpit, he couldn't believe he had wrecked another Guardian. The only propulsion system working was his sub light engine. It would take a while to get back to the Missouri, but he was alive at least.

"Hahahahaha, be sure to send the best you have little navy. Lotsa civi's bout to die hahaha!"

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