Prez

“Yeah I know I don’t look like I’m supposed to be here either.” “I’m honestly just bored, I’ve been on transports all day and I can’t stand it anymore.” “Oh, sorry, yeah my old pilot was the silent type, so I had to get used to understanding him via other means.”

“USEA?! The hell are we doing in usea! Do they expect us to fight they’re fucking war for them! I’m not some free labor someone can just toss out! I’ve got rights as a citizen!” “You wanna go? huh?” “Could probably kick your ass even with these handcuffs!”

“I was…terrified. I saw Hitman break off to fight them, and I just wanted to be there with them, I had offered a few times to get my own plane, to fly alongside them. But, they didn’t want me. Then the missiles came, ripped a hole through the fuselage. I was barely able to bail out as our transport went down.” “I hit the ground hard, but I was alright. The air battle was still going on, but I could see one of our helicopters searching for survivors. So, I fired a flare.” “But…they left me.” “I’m sure they just didn’t see the flare, hell it could have been anything. I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose. But…after all that time of just being, alone.” “It just broke me.” “Look, what I’m getting at is this. Solitary sucked. Like…fuck, I’m still shaking a bit from being in their so long. It felt like months. If thats what we get for flying and following orders? I know it’s going to be tough.”