The crew had spoken, the pilots seemed to not want to engage Clayton McGraw at the request of the Icelandic town, Roland didn't protest with any real effort, but he deep down really wanted to kill a Texan Warmonger, that desire doesn't just drift away after a major war with the lone star state. Suddenly [b]Jingo Blowtorch[/b] swooped into formation with the rest of the crew, keeping a fair distance from the range of any of the Sky Warriors weapons just in case.

[i]Ahoy there Jango, thanks for joining us on such short notice, I'll do the introductions later, but these are the current line up of the sky warriors, I've briefed you on the mission, but I want to stress how important it is that we have a fixer class aircraft with us, and its nice to see another Canadian  at my side. I'm sure [b]Alfonse[/b] will be cool with that too. Form on my wing sir.[/i]

Roland's usual cynical tone lightened to a jolly banter, when sending out his invitations initially with the Albion Avengers he put in a special request for a reserve pilot that would be able to join in time of need. Jingo's appearance would be appreciated. Right after the Witch Doctor plane pulled into formation, Roland noticed another plane speeding up to the coast at a fairly low altitude.....it was the [b]New One[/b]! Kerry Thomas had returned from the hangar, with his plane looking very tuned up. Roland had never been so happy to see a texan.

[i]Hey Kerry! Nice to see you back, we were just welcoming a new member of the team, this is [b]Jingo Blowtorch[/b], he's going to be our fixer, keeping us all alive. Make sure he dont get shot at too much eh? And Jango, this is [b]Kerry Thomas[/b], hes a rock hard texan freelance pilot who damn near saved me in our last encounter in Scotland, hes good people. Right lets move.[/i]

The Sky Warriors were now in quite an impressive number, all soaring away from the town towards the mountains, ignoring the cursing from the ground forces for not accepting their mission. But they cut the radio feed from the ground and carried on, flying into whatever may face the group on their new path.


After a couple more mins of chatter between the group, a hillside road with a winding set of train tracks came into visbility, just as the path ahead was starting to get a think foggy air.

[b]CHUGGACHUGGACHUGGACHUGGACHUGGACHUGAA....TOOOOOOOOT![/b]
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A sound crackled on the intercom...

[b]Train Driver:[/b]
[color=f26522][i]Who the fuck are yew? Buncha planes flying out of the town? Yall aint got now icelandic flags on ya, so ya must be freelancers. Whatever, just stay outta my way. I aint got time to fuckin rob yall now.[/i][/color]

Roland's ears pricked up as he listened to the foul mouthed driver speak to him, he KNEW that voice but from where? His hand naturally moved towards the Iron Jackson's gun controls ready to fight if needed, but didn't make any attack. Just waiting.

[i]Sky warriors....what do you want to do about this....guy? It's an armored train but It doesn't look that tough, maybe [b]Nishizawa[/b] can scan for us? You are all free to act on will.[/i]

The train chugged louder as the fog got thicker as they closed in on the mountains.