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The all too familiar roar of the Iron Jackson's engines began to gargle and then scream as the jets blasted him off into the sky once again. Rodriguez was on his left flank and Jimmy was on his right. If nobody knew that he literally just met them, they might even look like a legitimate wing squadron. The first couple minutes of flying was smooth but also somewhat depressing as there was destroyed airfield in their path. Roland knew that oil fields were major targets for anyone who flew a plane. So to even begin to think of the horrors that the people who worked there had to endure made his back shiver. And gave him just one more reason to investigate and hopefully stop this bandit army that would make oil fields a weekly if not daily target.
Roland wondered if he should comment on it to his new wingmates, but before he could speak his radar began to beep. The grizzled veteran's finger immediately found itself on the machine gun trigger and he was already getting ready for evasive maneuvers. But despite his instincts he managed to calm himself down and opened the radio link that was being sent to him, it was Ryan Lungfirst.
Roland had specifically remembered requesting this pilot, as he wanted someone who had experience with bandit groups. The fact that Ryan also had worked as a mercenary was a bonus. He had heard many tales of the Alaskan pilot from his contacts in the north, the fact that they were a similar age made him sure of his experience. Roland spoke back into the intercom with partial relief.
Copy Long Dive, join formation on my rear. We are heading to Atlanta. Wingmates Hefferman and Web can fill you in on the details if you need them, good to have you on board Mr Lungfirst.
The after finally getting clear of the damaged oil field, the land was more clear, mainly flatland with some cracked roads networked in patterns over the area. The skies seemed clear, at least for now.
