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

When the chair was offered, Jimmy took it without hesitation. He leaned back, slouching and making sure to stretch his arms. He had been cooped up in his bird for far too long, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with a cramp during a serious meeting with two individuals who were, without a doubt, more experienced in the art of aerial combat. To be frank, Jimmy was wondering why he was even brought in on an assignment of this supposed magnitude, other than the fact that he was cheap.

The mess of the gas station was something Jimmy was used to. Him and his father were never exactly clean, and Jimmy still hadn't found that cup of half-eaten ramen that had to be in the cockpit somewhere. It was beginning to smell a little rancid, which was never a good sign. He only truly snapped back into the meeting he was in at the mention of a dreadnaught.

"[color=8493ca]Yeah... quite frankly, the old [i]Roger[/i] isn't suited for taking on an aerial behemoth. Atlanta would also be a nice little day trip, and would allow us to get there and get back without any need for refueling or restocking. Also probably wouldn't hurt to try and get some information on this little Wolf Pack before drawing out a rather dastardly fight.[/color]" Jimmy sat up as he spoke, looking over the maps and flicking his coin back and forth over his fingers. He then gave a small smile. "[color=8493ca]Besides, there's a gal in Texas who I promised I would call back. Best not tempt fate.[/color]"