Upon leaving Ouray i have received an information of a target in Texas, and immediately departed to the site, using the lanes to shorten the distance.
Upon arrival, the most disgusting of all options have been acquired and pinned - a Rogue, robbing the bypassing civilian convoys. Of course, the presence of such a vermin on our turf could not be tolerated.
Upon Cobra's order, we sunk that rusty boat and recovered whatever pods we could, returning to Ouray shortly after.
We may only hope that the lesson carved in the hull of his rusty boat with Black Widows and Scatterguns have been learned.
Hayes, out.
Peace, being the distant dream it is, comes inevitably, and goes hand in hand with justice.
Cursed be the war.