went on a sortie today. on my patrol in California I ran into a Joker thug or whatever he was called. nr 13, to be precise. he was in a bomber and I had my Magma MoFos locked and loaded so I blasted chuncks off him the size of Commodore Robinson's... feet. eventually the melting was final and he went pop.
Then I returned to New York. there I met 2 hackers, Ali Baba, in a broadsword bomber, and Easy To Detect who was, well, easy to detect. it was a fat hacker gs.
I approached them and asked them to release the navy and police pilots they were holding. I offered to release the pirates in my hold as a trade. when they jettisoned the officers I tracktored them in and ran like hell without releasing the pirates from my hold. that'll teach em to trust me.
Ali Baba came after me and wanted to shoot me down. I didn't want to get shot down. so I shot him down. you following?
As you can see in the last guncam recording, miss Ebert from the LPI tried to hit on me, because she was so impressed with my awesome flying. I won't repeat what she said, but it was very suggestive. I do hope the LPI holds its frisky female felon snatchers at bay.
oh yes, a passing cruiser patrol blew the snot out off Easy to detect. good rideance.