"So who sent you sent you guys to get us?" Slyas asked with a cautious face, as he clenched his fist, "I know you guys hate us because you guys were so willing to fire at us."
Their new Vice Commander laughed, an overweight guy with noticeable love handles, but his arms had small amounts of muscle. He was a white guy with a neckbeard.
"We have our master and we follow her loyally." The small German-Kenyan whispered to the Nigerian light-skinned and whispered, "Can the flight gear even lift him off the ground?" The Nigerian started to laugh at this remark.
John looked around as he was in the front, bottom, and right-wing of HS9. And he heard shuffling of feet behind a low wall. It sounded like they were squatted down trying to avoid being seen.
John walked to the other side of the wall and he smiled, "Jette!" It startled her but she got up turned around slowly and breathed a sigh of relief as saw him.
"John? Did the plan work?" John nodded as he pulled the rods from her back as he heard the chittering of randows at the back of the wing.