Koos and his men stood watching Rebecca bewilderedly, her wings gave a twitch and they flinched, but Koos snorted crossing his arms.
"It seems we will have to get us some antiaircraft guns if you fokkers can fly"
"You're not going to shoot on her dammit!" Celeste yelled.
"Not her! I take it she's not the only one who can moth out a set of wings!?"
Danté snorted and Rebecca closed her mouth with a hand, but Celeste crossed her arms glaring at him.
"I'm not trying to he funny, Celeste the Ratel we had wasn't set up for air attacks, we had it equipped with one or two fire and forget missiles but they don't seek out any flying things, I suggest we leave this fight..." He pointed at Rebecca "To those who can"
She still remained silent as Koos and his men took seats again, wanting to slap them hard, they just took the bottles of brandy, drank, lit cigarettes, despite the wold staring oblivion in the face, these men felt like they were in a bar.
