Roland nodded softly listening to the two men's reasoning. Despite thier lack of direct combat experience they seemed to have an instinct for forward planning. He held his hand to his chin as he mentally calculated the journey, roughly 2 hours with no stops. 

[i]Okay, lets move out. We will make for georgia while there is still daylight. I only know of one garage near Bankhead so I hope your planes have been serviced for the stretch.[/i]

And with that the 3 men left the gas station. Luckiky for them there was enough fuel at the station to fill all thier tanks up, although Roland left himself till last and wasnt quite filled to 100% but it would have to do for now. He pointed in the direction they would be flying and gave a nod to both Rodriguez and Jimmy before climing in his Iron Jackson. The canopy went shut, and the dull echo of the metal buzzed through his ears. This was it, time to try and do some good for the world again, or die in the attempt.

[b]Prepare for take off.[/b]

And with that, the pilots hit the runway and were in the sky. Flying towards Atlanta.