Vatman took a canteen out of his pouch and poured a little scotch on the dirt next to his fallen comrades.
-Save a good seat at the bar for me, chaps... -He sighed deeply and checked the timers- All set hoss. charges hot, t-minus 300 seconds to detonation
Williams looked around and his gaze stopped at bret made hover bike. A fairly new model, most likely abandoned by it's previous owner when the planet was occupied and then taken as a recreational vehicle by the gauls.
-Booyaaah. It's my lucky day. Although...it lacks something...
Ever since he was a soldier, Vatman had always carried a can of green aerosol quick dry spray with him. It was useful for marking cleared rooms, leaving mocking messages to his enemies, using it as a way to blind people in CQB and even as a firestarter. But this time, he used it for something different. Something personal. Two minutes later, the bike was burning hard towards the convoy.
-Coming in hot, Dec! Hold your fire! Silver fastmover, on your seven. I'm sure you will recognize me! Hell, you can't miss me, even if you tried!
Williams swiftly blasted past the allied forces, but let them catch up after a minute. The vehicle's original paint job was white, so the bright green "VATMAN" on the side was easily readable from a distance.
-Yo! How do you like my new ride! I bet I can smoke your cheetahs without breaking a sweat! -He laughed and continued- As for my tea, I like it without the water and the bag, just scotch in the cup! Now, let's go gut the bastards! The sooner I'm off this backwater piece of crap planet and in the cockpit of my fighter, the better!
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