Chapter3: The Introduction of Alty "Al" Lazal.
Standing at only 5'5" tall he was almost too short to cut it as a pilot, but those silver pilot wings that seemed to shine so brightly against his black T-shirt and black fighting pants would easily confirm this. To finish out the outfit he was wearing a pair of black combat boots. He seemed to be of light build with dark, brown short hair and dark, blue eyes. In a calm and cool voice Al would speed out to the two renegade pilots who had just landed and taxied up. -Hello, I am Alty "Al" Lazal. - -Yea, and ya point is? - -What are you doing here kid? - -Well to get strait to the point.I would like to join your little resistance group. - Hawk and Motor both fall down on their faces with complete astonishment at what this kid has just said. After getting back up Motor would then say.- WHAT THE HELL! DO YOU THINK THAT YOU. - Hawk now cutting him short and calming motor back down some. - What he means to say is that it isn't that easy to join us. You have to go through extensive tests and drills. - -I realize that, and I am willing to go through each and every last one of them. - -Well let's see what sort of plane this crack is flying Motor. It wouldn't hurt to have another pilot on the team. - -We'll see. If his jet is junk then he leaves. - -Me plane is most certainly not "junk" sir. - -Yea, let us be the judges of that. - And with that Hawk and Motor walk off to Al's jet.
A whistle could be heard from the two of them as they got a good look at that jet. It had twin jet exhausts with rotating jet nozzles for quicker turning, not to mention the back slanted wings and harrier jump jets that where concealed along the sides of the plane. It was mounted with two miniature gattlet guns, one on each side of the nose and each one containing 2,500 rounds of ammo. It was set with four rocket mounts on each wing and four more on the belly of the plane that could also be used to mount up small bombs. Its armor was a titanium and aluminum mix to help resist anti jet fire and the cockpit windows had a extra half a layer of lexan glass to help it resist the pressures of higher altitudes. A slightly larger fuel tank would guarantee that it was going to last in the air for quite awhile. -Damn, not a bad. - Hawks' sentence was cut off by the sounds of the squawk box ordering all pilots to man their planes and take off for battle.
Standing at only 5'5" tall he was almost too short to cut it as a pilot, but those silver pilot wings that seemed to shine so brightly against his black T-shirt and black fighting pants would easily confirm this. To finish out the outfit he was wearing a pair of black combat boots. He seemed to be of light build with dark, brown short hair and dark, blue eyes. In a calm and cool voice Al would speed out to the two renegade pilots who had just landed and taxied up. -Hello, I am Alty "Al" Lazal. - -Yea, and ya point is? - -What are you doing here kid? - -Well to get strait to the point.I would like to join your little resistance group. - Hawk and Motor both fall down on their faces with complete astonishment at what this kid has just said. After getting back up Motor would then say.- WHAT THE HELL! DO YOU THINK THAT YOU. - Hawk now cutting him short and calming motor back down some. - What he means to say is that it isn't that easy to join us. You have to go through extensive tests and drills. - -I realize that, and I am willing to go through each and every last one of them. - -Well let's see what sort of plane this crack is flying Motor. It wouldn't hurt to have another pilot on the team. - -We'll see. If his jet is junk then he leaves. - -Me plane is most certainly not "junk" sir. - -Yea, let us be the judges of that. - And with that Hawk and Motor walk off to Al's jet.
A whistle could be heard from the two of them as they got a good look at that jet. It had twin jet exhausts with rotating jet nozzles for quicker turning, not to mention the back slanted wings and harrier jump jets that where concealed along the sides of the plane. It was mounted with two miniature gattlet guns, one on each side of the nose and each one containing 2,500 rounds of ammo. It was set with four rocket mounts on each wing and four more on the belly of the plane that could also be used to mount up small bombs. Its armor was a titanium and aluminum mix to help resist anti jet fire and the cockpit windows had a extra half a layer of lexan glass to help it resist the pressures of higher altitudes. A slightly larger fuel tank would guarantee that it was going to last in the air for quite awhile. -Damn, not a bad. - Hawks' sentence was cut off by the sounds of the squawk box ordering all pilots to man their planes and take off for battle.
