[center][h2][color=darkred]Alexandria "Staten Island" Robins[/color][/h2][/center]
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The roar of the twelve cylinder Griffin engine resonated throughout the sky as the Scarlet Harlot cruised above the clouds, on the prowl. The sleek Spitfire XII was rather unimpressive at first glance, but underneath the hood she was a monster of a plane. Next to the rumored Red Tail, the Harlot was one of the fastest planes in the sky once you put it into the full supercharger gear. It had been built from the ground up to be light and fast, with a re-done airframe and slightly thinner body panels adorning it's exterior. 

Inside the cockpit, Alex sat rather calmly behind the controls. She looked to her altimeter before reaching up to check that her flight mask had made a full seal. 15,000 feet and holding steady. The whole of the Staten Island area-- Alex’s designated patrol area, passed below as she peeked out of the cockpit, making sure no one had managed to sneak up on her. Once she had completed her visual check, she reached over and pressed the talk button on her radio, linked directly to the airfield.


[b]“This is Staten Island to airfield, come in.”[/b]

[i]“Yes Staten, we’ve got you loud and clear. Go ahead.”[/i]

[b]“My patrol has come up with nothing major, just the usual junkers. No longer a threat to the area. I’m bingo on fuel and I’m coming back to base.”[/b]

[i]“Roger that, Staten Island. We’ll see you back home. Out.”[/i]

Alex reached over and flicked a switch, engaging the cockpit speakers before sliding in a CD in front of her. A few seconds later, the opening riffs to AC/DC’s Stormy May Day resonated through the plane. With a gentle bank Alex corrected her heading to return home, before pushing forward on the stick to bring the plane into a rather steep dive. She watched her airspeed climb higher as her altimeter dropped like a stone. Within 2,000 feet of the ground, she leveled off the aircraft and unleashed a rain of machine gun fire onto an unsuspecting bandit P-39, sending it quickly to it’s grave as the 20mm rounds pounded its airframe. Before anyone could intervene, the Harlot's engines roared back to full throttle and sent the plane rocketing away. 

As the airfield came into view, she grinned to herself and kicked the engine into the F.S gear before pulling back hard on the stick, executing a rather low altitude barrel roll. 

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The quiet governor’s office had begun to bore her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the governor, in fact, he was the reason she was not behind bars. It was that she was used to the adrenaline and the excitement of sitting in the cockpit of a fighter. She listened to what he had to say before turning to the new arrival. 

[b]”You’ve brought us some fresh meat I see, governor. This will be fun.”[/b]