Everett Fletcher-Yoshikawa<br/>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Butterfly copies, Geistwulf. We'll flush the game from cover and let you run them down."</strong><br/><br/>The PPC targeter had finally stopped complaining about incompatibility, so he left it alone and fiddled with com systems to set up an impromptu channel connecting him and the other two members of the makeshift lance.<strong>"Long Tom, you're on point; you've got the sensors to find them and the metal to take a hit. S'hot, pick a shoulder and stay on it, I'll mirror match you. Let's find these sons of bitches and make their day a lot more interesting, shall we?"</strong>