"Yes, we are. Now hop into the driver seat." Angel replies, climbing into the passenger seat. "Those Blues will not know what's gonna hit 'em." She grins. "This time, we'll get them."

Jack sighs, picking up the binoculars and looking at Red base. "Now, what're they doing, what're they doing..." He says, as he scans the local area. He soon spots the Reds, and cocks his head. "Why in the world have they put a rocket launcher covered in tape on the front of their warthog?" He wonders.