Chapter 5 — The Misfits Assemble
Chapter 5 — The Misfits Assemble The Leopard 2 sat at the edge of the training ground, engine ticking over. Inside, Stg. Salty looked around at his crew. This was no longer a collection of random lunatics. This was a team. A highly questionable team. But a team nonetheless. Salty picked up the radio. “Right, everyone. Today's exercise is different.” McFinleyyy looked over. “How different?” “We're combining everyone's abilities.” There was silence. Quags looked interested. Quagmire stopped eating. Finholio put down his polishing cloth. Sarah and Susan exchanged a glance. Ye Olde Large Lad flexed. WhizzAir looked towards his drone. Salty continued. “Everyone has a job. Everyone sticks to it. Nobody improvises.” Finholio raised his hand. “Does that include me?” “Yes.” “That's unfortunate.” --- The Reconnaissance Department WhizzAir was first. He launched his DJI drone. It climbed into the sky and began surveying the training area. WhizzAir stared at the screen. “Eyes up.”...