The AVA Chronicles – Episode 2 – The gang in its entirety
The pilots struggled to their feet as CAP approached this campaign’s official “camp chair concentration”. “Hello gents, how goes the flying” he said when the pilots snapped their salutes “fine CAP, Oldman has just crashed, Jaeger is still hung over lying in his bunk, Flossy is cowering at the very mention of your name and the beer is running out. And on top of that! Ever since you got drunk and sent that bomb into the control tower we have no ATC capability, as a result of that Jamusta buried his Spitfire into the white cliffs of Dover, you should have seen him when he got out of his hut this morning, I swear he was going to hunt you down and beat you to death with the nearest blunt object. So yeah, we are all bloody peachy” replied Pacman with a scowling sarcastic tone. “Ahh, we are all ok though, and that’s all that matters” said Skag trying to defuse the situation; however their attention was distracted by movement nearby.
The group turned to their right as a huffing and puffing red faced and four eyed figure collapsed to the ground near the group. “Hey Oldman” came the unanimous greeting from the widely grinning pilots, “you… (Gasping)… stupid…(gasping)…idiot Skag…I heard that…(gasping)…does it… look like… I’m… alright?” “No, but your plane looks dandy considering your piloting skills” “screw… you…”
A thunderous explosion rocked the base as Oldman’s Hurricane burst into flame and detonated the ammunition. A whimpering sob rose from CAP’s throat, he was the arena’s mechanic and had been flat out after the S.A.P.P pilots finally listened to him and joined the AVA. “You had to say it didn’t you Skag” said Tequila Chaser who had just joined the group “CAP is going to be inconsolable for hours; he lost his favorite wrench yesterday fixing Oldman’s previous Hurricane. You know, after Jaeger sat on the elevators and bent the hinges while simultaneously! Breaking the elevator cables” “isn’t that Flossy? How did he lose Flossy?” said Oldman having gotten his breath back “favorite WRENCH, Oldman, not WENCH. Go find your ear trumpet” “A-hole” Oldman replied now reaching for his hip flask, a loud bleat from Flossy signified that she heard what Oldman had said and she resumed cowering while shaking.
Pacman and Texican both grabbed Coca Colas from the cooler and wandered towards the flight line with their gear on leaving: Oldman, CAP, Skag, TC to discuss things on their own. But as they wandered away a figure began following them, shiftily moving from cover to cover almost as if Shifty was his name and job, which in fact .. it was.
TBC
