''sir captain William Lennox of the ground division, air commander chief mcgunner would like to speak to you in the main hangar, he would like to talk to you about current fighter jet condition''
Sighing knowing there was to be no relaxation on that day Lennox stood up, excused himself to the saluting private and marched slowly to the main hangar determined to keep the air commander waiting.
Ironhide joined him soon after as he easily caught up with his small partner. Noticing his sour expression he got curious at what might cause his friend such annoyance.
''so what crawled up your aft and died will?''
The human scowl deepened as he said a name of one of the the chief areal commanders of Diego Garcia.
Followed by quite grumbles and mixture of human curses. 'that flying dickweed is the most prissy son of a bitch hide, though he is good in battle ,but not much can be said about his douche personality on the ground. He is the commanding officer of the areal fighter jet squadron and boy do they have stuck up personalities''
Ironhide accessed the main hangar cameras in the main hangar and saw eight impatient looking humans in fighter jet uniforms. Even though he has been on this island for two years he still didn't have the chance to meet all of the allies.
''we should hurry along, this air commander looks impatient.'' Looking down at his friend grumbling to himself and all he caught was something about 'pickle ass cowards, let them bath in the mud and sand'
Ironhide just chuckled to himself. ''grounders stick with grounders will, let the cyber chickens flop together in the sky''
That brought a smile to his partner and that is what mattered.
''we are here, and this will be a long day' 'will sighed and we entered the main hanger.
next update 30.4.2015 ,enjoy!