The next morning, LQ and Rose got the nest back into a livable status. Reports of psycho attacks flooded the news, seemed only right for this to happen on Founder's Day.
Top corpo's had gathered for a meeting when the psychos attacked. They ripped through people left and right, the care teams and police couldn't keep up. People took the calamity as an opportunity to get revenge, steal, and loot places. Things were looking chaotic until the corpos dropped in their newest solve to psycho attacks, fully chromed out soldiers. They cleaned up the streets, even killing looters and revenge seekers.
The Sparrows watched this unfold on the Holo-feed while they ate breakfast.
"So Reaper had flesh on his head, these guys..."started the Ghost
"Full chrome domes, small caliber bullets won't do shit to em." stated LQ
"Fuck dat mon, stay away from em." added Big Mick
The newsfeed didn't clear up for a few hours but when it did, thousands of people died. Most from the chrome domes, first combat engagement.
The Sparrows' shut the feed off and got to work on their daily projects. LQ and Ghost had a special project, in a large crate stored in the back of their nest/hideout, sat a non-running Vought F4U-Corsair, fully loaded out, and fully armed. It was barely functional, the prop would spin but never ignite. It was one of the last things Rockefeller had given back as the TBM Avenger had been destroyed along with Ottawa due to the laser.
They wrenched for half the day before the 200 year old warbird took its first breath of life. The old radial engine roared to life, with a top airspeed of 446 mph, this could and would change the course of a battle in an instant.
The Ghost shut off the motor, and the two began cleaning it up, readying it for the first test flight. The others having heard the commotion, rushed to see what had happened.
"The fuck was dat mon?" questioned Big Mick
"That was Whistling Death's first breath of life." said the Ghost stepping away from the machine.
Clarity and the others looked at the old warbird, still dusty, but the motor had taken its first breath of life, and thanks to Big Mick's bootlegged fuel, it had the potential to run.
"What's the plan with this heap?" asked Kip
"This will be used in case they decide to drop those chrome heads on us, I'll shot them down long before they get to us." said the Ghost
"This thing? You'll be lucky to get it off the ground." laughed Kip
LQ and the Ghost looked at each other and nodded. LQ topped off the fuel, then the Ghost hopped into the pilots seat. The Corsair rumbled to life, flames shooting out of the exhaust. The warbird sped out of the nest and climbed into the sky, the Ghost put it through a series of high speed maneuvers, banking at 400 mphs, looping, and diving. The Sparrows watched as the warbird thundered above them, skimming the ground, and soaring back into the air. After a few minutes of this the Ghost landed the plane, and LQ and Mick pushed it back into the hideout.
"Alright, alright, it'll get off the ground, but there's no way it'll shoot down a chrome-head's shuttle."
The Ghost smiled and revealed the weapons payload; rocket pods, bombs and wing mounted machine guns, all prepped and ready to go.
"If I was betting creds on this, I'd be broke." laughed Kip
"LQ, let's get this bird all cleaned up and armed, gotta be ready at a moments notice." said the Ghost.
The night ended late for everyone, supper was served by Mick, so they ate together. Everyone was pleased with the meal and headed to bed, tomorrow started a new work week, scores to bring home and money to make.