| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | The Storm Gathers |
| Date: | Sat, 15 Nov 1997 01:07:03 +0000 |
>>>>>[We're in position and ready. Now we just need to be sure we
surprise the bastards. And that the weather holds. And that the camp's
still holding when we get there. And that the intelligence reports are
correct.
Anyway, we're ready.
+++++begin video
An airfield, somewhere anonymous. It looks old and run down, if not
abandoned: the point is emphasised by palletised fuel bladders and the
mobile field workshop, and the rows of bombs, missiles and other
airborne ordnance lined up inside a sandbagged revetment. A row of grey-
camouflaged MiG-57s sit, graceful even when still, several being worked
on, fuelled, armed. The POV is from a helmet camera, moving along the
flightline towards the MiGs.
A startlingly beautiful woman in a UCAS Air Force flight suit (minus all
insignia save pilot wings) is walking briskly towards the camera.
"Welcome to Socotra, sir!" the cameraman says, and salutes: the woman
returns the salute. Behind her, an Oriental woman in a red-and-black
flightsuit and another UCAS flier are engrossed in conversation,
speaking that dialect of Aviator that is one-third verbal and two-thirds
hand gesture.
"Relax, Chief, this is meant to be fun." Lilith replies, returning the
salute. "How are we doing?"
"No problems. Plenty of ordnance, all eight birds are sweet. Glad you
brought the Ares hotshot again. She's _good_. No chance her chief's
along?"
"Jenny might make the next Herk lift. She'll want to take over that
aircraft if - when - she does."
"No problem, sir. I'll double up until she gets here, save any ruffled
feathers. No change to our orders?"
"You tell me. I-a just fixa da planes-a. Ours not to reason why..."
"Ours but to kick some raghead ass." Lilith finishes the sentence.
"Keep'em flying, Chief. How about our friends?"
"The other mercs? Dropped in yesterday, no problem at all. Good guys.
Their boss, Thom? He's _cute_." Chief Morgan chuckles lasciviously.
"Left my 'phone number in his ammo pouch while I was checking his
'chutes."
"They report in okay?"
"Would have told you if they hadn't. And, sir, case you missed it? The
Psycho and his new buddies rocked and rolled all over one of Akbar's
battalions. Posted it public. One hell of a mess."
"I know, I saw." Lilith smiles slightly. "Okay, Chief, get the ferry
tanks off and..."
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Chief Maintenance Officer K. Morgan <01:01:43/11-15-58>
Rusanov's Rebels
