[color=8493ca][h3][center][b]Jimmy and the Roger Dodger[/b][/center][/h3][/color]

The Roger Dodger screamed through the sky towards the makeshift airstrip, the loud roar of the twin-engines only gracing the ears of any below the craft as it was flying by. Jimmy yanked on the controls, the Roger Dodger rolling 180 degrees as Jimmy scanned the area, noticing the old pilot as he zoomed past the airfield on this first run. "[color=8493ca]Yeah, that sure looks like the son of a bitch. Time to rest up baby.[/color]" He gave a quick pat on the side of the cockpit for good luck as he swung around for another run to land. He turned off the makeshift speakers, pausing his music from the "old days" as he prepared to land.

The Roger Dodger made a rather graceful landing, Jimmy turning off the engines as the F/A-18 glided up towards Roland. Jimmy was a sort of daredevil and knew his plane and what it could do better than any other pilot in the damn world. He removed his restraints and took off his helmet and respirator while the craft was still gliding in from the momentum. Jimmy made one final motion with the stick, moving the aircraft just off a collision course with Roland and his craft. With a simple motion, the pilot pressed a button and the cockpit opened up, with Jimmy walking out onto the wing just as the craft pulled to a stop.

The young pilot had a wicked smile on his face as he set the helmet on the wing and hopped down, arm outstretched towards the legend that was Roland Shaw. "[color=8493ca]Jimmy Web, The Jonestown Runner at your service.[/color]"