[color=8493ca][h3][center][b]Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner[/b][/center][/h3][/color]

Jimmy's heart dropped for a second as he followed the legendary pilot. He wasn't exactly... anyone, so to speak. He was practically a skilled kid with a death machine. He gave a small sigh as he followed Roland. "[color=8493ca]To be frank with you, sir... I'm not much of a fighter. At least, not until now. I've helped in a couple minor conflicts just in keeping people distracted. But I'm damn good at that... and I wasn't going to say no to a mission by THE Roland Shaw.[/color]"

Jimmy was nervous, his hands immediately going towards an old coin in his pocket. It was a quarter from the 20th century, fairly messed up at this point, but it was one of the few collectibles his father kept around. The quarter slid through Jimmy's hands at ease, rolling over his knuckles to an fro until finally rolling towards his thumb, where he caught the quarter and slid it back into his pocket. He was nervous and not entirely sure he was up for this. There was no doubt he was the amateur in the room, and the Runner was going to have to prove himself to be a fighter when this was all said and done.