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For florida it was shockingly cold. 

Roland Shaw stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked to around the large stretch of open land outside what used to be a city. His pride and joy, the 'Iron Jackson' was parked near an old gas station which luckily still had some fuel. He decided this was the best place to meet his potential two wing mates. They were to land on the makeshift airstrip next to where his plane was. It was a somewhat nerve wracking experience. Roland has basically been liking in isolation until this point. It was only when one of his old wingmates [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3106719]Reggie Jenkins[/url] ([@King Tai]) had told him about serious reports of co-ordinated outlaw raids in Georgia that he felt the need to break his retirement and investigate this growing southern army.

Roland was only 42, but he had been in constant conflict since he left flight school as a teenager, and the weight of all his experiences weighed on his body heavily. Every step he took felt like he was dragging lead with him, but there was a job to be done and he was going to do it. He couldnt risk an army being built from the worst criminal scum in the south, the result could be worse than the Lone Star State if left unchecked.

Looking up he saw a few planes stream by in the air, wondering if any were his  new wingmates about to land.


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