"The Raptor Mark V. Delta wing configuration space Superior fighter capable of carrying 20 metric tons of ordnance and has a top speed of five thousand kph. She can pull a zero point turn in less than a second." Garrick said with quiet awe as he ran his fingertips over the nose of the aircraft.<br/>"And I even like the colour."<br/><br/>Todd watched him with arms crossed, a big stupid grin plastered on his face.<br/>"Should I give you two some alone time?"<br/><br/>"Oh shut up."<br/>Todd grinned and elbowed Garrick with a chortle.<br/>"So should I tell your Mark IV that you're cheating on her?"<br/>"Nah, she knows I'm seeing other ships." Garrick retorted with a chuckle.<br/><br/>The two stared up at the ship for a few more moments in quiet contemplation before Todd broke the silence.<br/><br/>"The entire squadron is getting these then?"<br/>"Aye, the 47th and the 26th are. The 29th and 17th are still gunna be flying the IV's though."<br/>"Sucks to be them."<br/>"Yeah, don't it now?"<br/>Garrick walked along the fuselage of the Raptor, letting his fingers run along the groves and rivets, gently caressing the deep black metal as if it were the curves of a woman.<br/>"This one is different though. Custom." he said as he let his hand drop slowly.<br/>"Probably a merc's fighter."<br/><br/>Todd scrunched his eyebrows at Garrick. He quizzically looked at Garrick, then at the Raptor.<br/>"Really? How do you know?"<br/>He put his hand on the fuselage, as if waiting for some sort of revelation to travel up his fingers into his brain.<br/>"I don't feel anything unusual. Just cold steel."<br/>"It takes a practiced touch. And reading the cargo manifest helps too."<br/>Garrick grinned mischievously.<br/>"Oh you wanker."<br/>The two chuckled for a moment before returning their gaze to the Raptor.<br/>Garrick finally turned his head after a moment and said<br/>"I tell you that freelancer must have hit pretty big bank to afford one of these...I wonder who it is."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>