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Hence the song I put up.
As your wingman, I will be sure to call blind every time you move, though it's gonna be admittedly hard to lose that big bitch of an aircraft going slow as it is.
>overshoots
>calls blind
>giggles to self
>overshoots
>calls blind
>giggles to self
@Silverwind Blade Okay rephrasing with more details: Since the Major is Ranger 1, which of the other flight members are Ranger 2 to Ranger 5.
With that out of the way, Virginia and Rose both stood at attention until the Major left. A race, eh? Virginia's lips curled into a grin as the pair headed out to the locker room. They donned their white under shirts and their flight suits along with their other necessary gear. Neither of them had to sign out sidearms since the both carried their own. Rules were sometimes easier with the UN.
Virginia took a second to admire her Springfield Armory stainless steel 1911A1. Shiny, yes, but it would stand up to a lot of punishment and still dish it out, being chambered in 45 ACP. She much preferred it over the standard 9 mil. Rose wasn't to be outdone, though. She had an old Smith and Wesson Model 629 in 44 Magnum. Blued steel with wood grips; It was a prized possesion. She always carried speed loaders just for good measure.
With all that sorted, they headed out to the flight line.
"Race, heh?" Virginia said aloud. Rose inwardly cringed, for she knew what was coming. "Rose, I feel the need..."
"Please don't."
"The need."
"You wanna pay the Navy five bucks?"
"For speed!"
"Good God." Rose facepalmed and shook her head. It was always like this, what with her callsign and all.
Virginia just laughed at her own joke, knowing full well that it bothered her friend.
"You gonna tell that one to the Major's REO?"
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw you stealing glances at her in the briefing room."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, you're such a liar! I know you well enough to know you like women, and what kind of women you like best."
Virginia was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her reddening face.
"You can't hide it from me! You got the hots for-"
"Not out on the flightline!" Virginia quickly shushed her partner with a clamped hand over her mouth.
Luckily, they were at the aircraft. It's paint job was standard, despite thinking they should put a shark mouth on it since Rose's callsign was Mako, but the tradition belonged to the 23rd Fighter Wing. Oh well, maybe they could get a transfer after this.
"Alright, let's go over the pre-flight..."
Virginia took a second to admire her Springfield Armory stainless steel 1911A1. Shiny, yes, but it would stand up to a lot of punishment and still dish it out, being chambered in 45 ACP. She much preferred it over the standard 9 mil. Rose wasn't to be outdone, though. She had an old Smith and Wesson Model 629 in 44 Magnum. Blued steel with wood grips; It was a prized possesion. She always carried speed loaders just for good measure.
With all that sorted, they headed out to the flight line.
"Race, heh?" Virginia said aloud. Rose inwardly cringed, for she knew what was coming. "Rose, I feel the need..."
"Please don't."
"The need."
"You wanna pay the Navy five bucks?"
"For speed!"
"Good God." Rose facepalmed and shook her head. It was always like this, what with her callsign and all.
Virginia just laughed at her own joke, knowing full well that it bothered her friend.
"You gonna tell that one to the Major's REO?"
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw you stealing glances at her in the briefing room."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, you're such a liar! I know you well enough to know you like women, and what kind of women you like best."
Virginia was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her reddening face.
"You can't hide it from me! You got the hots for-"
"Not out on the flightline!" Virginia quickly shushed her partner with a clamped hand over her mouth.
Luckily, they were at the aircraft. It's paint job was standard, despite thinking they should put a shark mouth on it since Rose's callsign was Mako, but the tradition belonged to the 23rd Fighter Wing. Oh well, maybe they could get a transfer after this.
"Alright, let's go over the pre-flight..."
Pvt. Callaway
Squad 04
Veronica's day started the usual military way: By getting yelled at. She was used to it, a little. Of course she didn't like the fact that the sleeping arrangements were co-ed. Not that she didn't trust her comrades but because it just made things really awkward. She had to change in the bathroom before going to bed. She slept in her PT uniform, as was regulation. T-shirt and shorts, with everything else in the locker beside the bed.
The girl shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs out, then hopped out of bed and got her shoes and socks on. She was out the door and ready for the fall-in formation in seconds.
Squad 04
Veronica's day started the usual military way: By getting yelled at. She was used to it, a little. Of course she didn't like the fact that the sleeping arrangements were co-ed. Not that she didn't trust her comrades but because it just made things really awkward. She had to change in the bathroom before going to bed. She slept in her PT uniform, as was regulation. T-shirt and shorts, with everything else in the locker beside the bed.
The girl shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs out, then hopped out of bed and got her shoes and socks on. She was out the door and ready for the fall-in formation in seconds.
Just got home from work. Now for bed. Post later tonight.
My Ackbar senses are tingling...
I suggest studying up on the effectiveness of the PTRD-41 for reference.
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