USH'S MATRIX GAME 2006 FOURTH ASSIGNMENT (COMBAT)- 'The Real'

"Dammit," Mors sighs.

Ah hell.

Well, time to bomb it out of here I think.

(and not literally bomb the place either)

I vote once we're away, we toss Mors out of the chopper.

...Okay, not really. ermm

Run like hell?

Anyone else doing anything particularly relevant?

Run like hell seems like a good idea to me, they know we're not supposed to be here now so not much point in continuing to be sneaky when we need to leave now.

And whoever's piloting had better be ready to take off...

Those were the magic words I was looking for!

"Burn, get us ready for take off, Ares, get the guns ready," Mors says. "Come on..." He scans the fuel stacks, then the way around, for any sign of the infiltrating team.

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Move fast!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, run...

That will be Acrobatics rolls to cover the distance.

No problem for me there...

Actually we should all be okay there.

Yup... looks like it is all good, everyone is aboard with a load of security/SWAT guys coming your way!

Yep, time to go airborne I think.

"Let's go!" Ares shouts to Burn.

Up and away!

Dallas calls you guys.

San will answer.

Annnd Burn floors it, as the osprey speeds away from the Swats.

He'll grab the intercom
"Hello and welcome aboard, please fasten your seatbelts and keep all arms, legs, swords, guns, and other various apparal and appendages securly inside the craft at all times. You are currently on a possibly one way trip to the depths of hell. The weather there is a balmy 105 with a possibily of death and distruction. If you require anything. Blanket, pillow please press your flight attendant call button. Other than that please sit back, relax and enjoy your flight on Burn air."

Cloud will try and make himself as comfortable as possible, while saying "Damned economy flights, there's never enough space on these things"

"Ok, that's the way to do it!" says Dallas. "Right. Onto the Fortress. We're going to see if we can contact the others there."

"Back to the Fortress? Lovely...are they holding out okay?" San replies into the phone.

"On my way!"

"How the hell would I know that?" asks Dallas.