** If Overwatch find out, they have a madman to deal with, half a mile of trapped surfaces, and a man with access to firepower that can destroy all of Australia. He's got some crazy **** down there. I'll explain later. They've already got tabs on him, anyway. They just don't want to mess with him. *
Ian nodded. He sped off on his motorcycle, his sudden start accelerating rapidly. He almost did a wheelie as he started, the sudden kick surprising him. "Ah, ****." He kept going, raising a dust cloud behind him.
Simon grinned now riding parallel to Ian."Hello sarge, don't think that we have met. I'm Simon, call me sstitch if you like." Simon blutered. He whistled, wiping crawler blood off of his tshirt."And I thought that the delivery room was chaos... This demon baby **** is getting old."
Ian grinned at the man. "Welcome aboard, Simon." He noticed the man had driven with one hand for a bit, wiping blood onto his hand. Ian chuckled as he swerved a bit, and then recovered. "Hah!"
"Alright Sarge, how much longer till I get to kick some ass? Haven't got to use my throwing knives yet." Hoping nobody noticed, Simon kissed his hand with blood on it. Boom! Oh ****! ****! He had pressed the blue button.
(( ... I want to get Mira one of these later on, if you'll allow it. xD THIS It's like a flying fortress! ... It's just epic. xD))
Mira flipped switches, and the chopper powered up. After Matt gave her the all-clear signal, they took to the air. After they got over the main force, Mira turned on the spotlight, which covered about twenty five feet ahead of the group. She tapped into the Overwatch communication panels on the motorcycles, and talked to boss. "Hey, how's everything look from down there? Just give the word if you see anything, and we'll rain hell. This thing's loaded with mini guns, missiles... you name it." Matt chimed in "Looks like it also has a cargo hold in the back... This must be an updated Overwatch model... This chopper can carry about twelve people back there! And it has door controls, so you all can safely be loaded into it if needed." Mira laughed at how excited Matt was about it.
** Sure, but not for long. Madman fortress man can have it, I suppose. *
Ian grinned. "Fine job you're doing, mate. Cough cough." He grinned at the explosion. He then looked up, talking through the panel on his motorcycle. "Alright. It's fine down here. Looks pretty clear. Just dark."
(( SWEET! > : D ))
"Want me to move the spotlight on top of you? And... tell the new guy that the orange button on the opposite side locks the weapons. If you guys sped up and he did that again, you'd both be fried." She said, sighing.
"Sorry!" Simon whimpered through his teeth."Yo Mira! You see those freaking awesome explosions? I think overwatch knows we are coming now!" he talked through his microphone.
"Probably just some local wildlife. Desert Pokers are a massive lizard. Strictly herbivorous, likes cactus. They can get pretty creepy. Breed like mad, out here." Ian looked, but saw nothing. He sighed.
"Got it." Mira said into the mic. Then Matt said something to her that couldn't be heard over the speaker. "What? Oh god! Uh, guys! Speed it up. NOW! We have Overwatch jet's headed in! Stay quiet, I'm gonna talk to Overwatch." Mira flipped a switch, and she was back on the line with Overwath HQ. "Uh, Overwatch? This is Mira and Matt. We almost went down, but, thanks to Matt's engineering skills, we fixed the chopper back up. We're tailing the Comatose members now. Tell your jet buddies to lay back. We're gonna see where they go." Mira said, confidently. The voice of the general came back over the transceiver. "Mira and Matt. It's time to stop playing games... I. Want. Comatose. DEAD! I'm calling off the jet's... for now. If you don't report back in five minutes, We'll consider you two just as big of convicts as them if you survive." He yelled, but,t hen got distracted. "What the hell? Oh, ****! All units, get to the armory! They're in the city!!!!" With that, the signal was lost, and Mira returned to talking to Boss. "... You hear that? Looks like we got out just in time..."
((sorry on my iPod))
"Alright... Tell me Ian, I thought overwatch wasn't out here?" Simon grinned and waved for a moment, not caring who saw it."Do we have any injured Sarge? That's what I have these beauties for!" Simon laughed, flashing his needles.
This time, Matt replied. "Got it, boss. But, you need to know... I'm picking up some odd heat signatures on this device... Don't match any that belong to local wildlife, or any of the aliens we know..." Mira chimed in. "It really is kind of odd... I don't know how i should describe them... they're fast, and medium sized... I can't make out what they are though..."
((Magic- Shouldn't that make it better? Since apple has auto correct on ipods? *also has one and has used it on this site*))
"Dunno. Keep us posted. We need to fight them off if they're aggressive." Ian looked to Simon. "No Overwatch here. And no, we're fine for now. Thanks."
Ian nodded. He sped off on his motorcycle, his sudden start accelerating rapidly. He almost did a wheelie as he started, the sudden kick surprising him. "Ah, ****." He kept going, raising a dust cloud behind him.
Mira flipped switches, and the chopper powered up. After Matt gave her the all-clear signal, they took to the air. After they got over the main force, Mira turned on the spotlight, which covered about twenty five feet ahead of the group. She tapped into the Overwatch communication panels on the motorcycles, and talked to boss. "Hey, how's everything look from down there? Just give the word if you see anything, and we'll rain hell. This thing's loaded with mini guns, missiles... you name it." Matt chimed in "Looks like it also has a cargo hold in the back... This must be an updated Overwatch model... This chopper can carry about twelve people back there! And it has door controls, so you all can safely be loaded into it if needed." Mira laughed at how excited Matt was about it.
~DED
Ian grinned. "Fine job you're doing, mate. Cough cough." He grinned at the explosion. He then looked up, talking through the panel on his motorcycle. "Alright. It's fine down here. Looks pretty clear. Just dark."
"Want me to move the spotlight on top of you? And... tell the new guy that the orange button on the opposite side locks the weapons. If you guys sped up and he did that again, you'd both be fried." She said, sighing.
~DED
((sorry for the double post, needed to establish hat I'm making these mistakes on purpose))
~DED
"Calm down. Just keep your eyes in front of you, don't look around." Ian looked at him, worried.
Ian touched the panel. "Good. Keep them off us, if they do come."
"Alright... Tell me Ian, I thought overwatch wasn't out here?" Simon grinned and waved for a moment, not caring who saw it."Do we have any injured Sarge? That's what I have these beauties for!" Simon laughed, flashing his needles.
((Magic- Shouldn't that make it better? Since apple has auto correct on ipods? *also has one and has used it on this site*))
~DED