What a strange little man!!!!!

Obvisiouly to much free time!!! 

Sounds to me you like to play the Rogue Spear games too!

I love all the Rainbow 6 games.


paul

Not to brag but I think I could take anyone here in Rogue Spear 

You may be able to take me, but my team will have your ass!


paul

2 hours later a Black-hawk lifted off from Farah heading North Westerly. Meanwhile at Karachi airbase Steven, Paul's friend of 5 long combat ridden years, was standing out side of hanger B. He checked his watch, turning to David Moranaz, a French born combat pilot of the highest degree, he said, "they should just be taking off about now, you better go get her ready". David looked up from his book and replied, "Hey chill man, we got ages". He was right; it would take the Black-hawk even at full pelt a good couple of hours to reach them. They could afford to relax a while. But still Steven was anxious. If someone could kill Paul then surely it wouldn’t be too difficult to kill any of them. Gladly he was snapped out of his sombre mood by a sharp wind blowing in from the mountains. David turned to Steven and said, “I thought the winter was over?” David replied “Were in Afghanistan now mate, the winters can be bastards!”

David had flown in the previous morning to a beautiful sunrise. He, like the rest of the people at Kabul airbase, was a member of the elite fighting force the ATF. The ATF were made up of the best soldiers from virtually every country on the Globe. Taking orders, and funds, directly from NATO, they were well funded and well organised. They all use to joke that they were only around thanks to Tom Clancy and Rainbow Six. Dave thought that if it wasn’t for that book NATO wouldn’t have got an idea that good in a million years.

David clanked up the rusty boarding steps, kindly and unknowingly supplied by Ariana Airlines, onto an equally rusty DC-10. Dave started muttering about the quality of junk he was given to work with. He slumped down into the pilots seat and fumbled under it for a headset. After going through all the settings on the head brace he decided that it must only be the French who can actually make things to fit people. When Steven fell into the co-pilot seat next to him all he could here was David muttering “Cheap American crap!”. David looked around, “so you’re here at last then!” Steven could see he wasn’t happy; this was going to be a long trip. Steven decided that now wasn’t a good time to ask him if he had allowed for the difference between European measurements and the old American measurements. David started twiddling knobs and leavers until the plane burst into life, at least on the left side anyway. With more mumblings of anti American plane building techniques, he started the right side up. Judging from the hastily retreating fuel truck and most of the dials all the way to the right or up, Steven concluded that he had worked the fuel levels out correctly.

Once everything was up and running a calmness fell over David that in turn passed onto Steven. As they were going to have to sit here for a while and wait for the less than rapid approaching black-hawk they decided to have a game or two of noughts and crosses on the back of the flight plan. After Stevens 12th win David’s headset burst into life with some Spanish mumbo jumbo. “Despierte al hombre, sus cuñas release/versión y usted puede rodar cuando es listo”. “Roger eso”. David replied. Steven stared questioningly at David as he continued to spout off more and more fluent Spanish lingo. When the rather lengthy conversation was over David glanced over with a big smile on his face, “What?” he asked in a chirpy voice. Steven just simply didn’t reply and lead David’s eyes down to the noughts and crosses game. David pushed the comms button “Flight…” he glanced out the window to the deserted airport. “Flight…1 permission to taxi to pickup point?” there was no reply. David started to look more and more annoyed, seeing this Steven asked what was wrong. David didn’t answer but instead repeated his request. Steven looked around for another headset. Several adjustments later, David could here him mumbling that it must only be the British who can make headsets that actually fit people. Steven asked again, “What’s up?”. An again David didn’t reply, he just repeated his request. Steven turned around to take a look down the plane. It looked pretty stripped out. There were a few seats still in place but in the main there was just rows of computer type terminals. It must have been used as some sort of high-ranking boffins transport he thought. Just then the plane lurched forwards as the engines went from idling up to full power for what seemed to Steven as a very long 4 seconds. The DC-10 taxied across the rather damaged runway, dodging holes as it went. Steven was sure that they hadn’t been given clearance, but David knew what he was doing.