Syler's P.O.V
right now i'm in a limo heading towards Air Force One, a plane built to transport the president, but what i'm going to be wearing is a bit akward but then again...i've worn worse.
i hear logan in my head and answer.
S: hey logan? what is it?
L: we're changing your codename.
S: what was wrong with my old one
i sound british...i've got to stop hanging around Ghost.
L: security reasons.
S: your reading my script aren't you?
L: -sound of papers being thrown in the air-.
S: HOW MUCH DID YOU READ?!?!?
L: -trying not to laugh- ALL OF IT -bursts out laughing-
S: i'll kill you when i get off of AFO (Air Force One)
L: i'd like to see you try.
S:-starts blaring song in media-
L: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MY EARS!!!!! TURN IT DOWN!!!
S: -turns it higher-
L:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! D':
S: -turns music off-
L: -ear bleed to Death-
the limo stopped, i got out and started walking towards the airport.
-time skip-
pilot P: Air Force One is in the air and heading back for the US.
i walked back towards the front and everybody was stairing at me.
S: WHAT!!! it came out as a growl
........
S: -quietly mumbles- go fuck yourselves.
-time skip-
the sound of engines spiked my curiosity as i looked out the window.
P: escorts not supposed to be here for another hour
S: THEY'RE MIGS GET DOWN!!!
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