You head over to a concession stand and order yourself a steak, Outback-style. You look to your right and see a bald but heavily muscled Russian man gorging himself on a sandwich. "You are loose cannon, sandwich," he says to no one in particular, "but you are a damn good cop!" You decide the man is certifiably insane, but he turns toward you, to your dismay. "Going to Liberty Garden," he says. "What about you?"
"Yeah, I am too, mate," you tell him. He extends a meaty hand. You look him over, and then you see the patch on his XXXXL shirt. A 'G'. And not just any G. You can trust this guy. You shake his hand firmly. "I am Heavy Weapons Guy," he informs you. He does have that kind of build, you think to yourself. "Sniper. Pleasure to meet ya." You're interrupted by an announcement saying the flight to Liberty Garden is now boarding. You and Heavy walk into the humongous plane and take a seat somewhere near the back.
Two hours and eight bags of complimentary peanuts later...
You have arrived. You look outside. What time is it?
C. Night --- http://gifsoup.com/view7/2943919/aran-ryan-o.gif I WILL SEND MY CONDOLENCES TO YOUR KANGAROO WIFE! -Soldier
#50MugilokoPosted 12/23/2012 2:00:00 PM
Mystery ftw. --- BlackFC:1807-8830-3725. "Squids are evil!" http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/a/a6/571Zoroark.png/180px-571Zoroark.png