[Location: The Raptor]
On a surprisingly silent day in Atlas, the Raptor flies over the city. The Banshee's screeching can almost be heard off in the distance. In one of the hangers of the dreadnought, Joshua leads the pilot known as Curt to a recently delivered set of black jets. They come to a stop a few feet away.
Joshua: Here they are. The stealth bombers.
Curt: I can smell the dust from here.
Joshua: Now, you won't be set out to your mission just yet. We need to have you, along with two other pilots, given the details needed to-Where'd you go?
He glances to his side and sees that Curt is not standing next to him. Shifting around he doesn't find him until he hears clicking from one of the bombers. Turning around he sees Curt in the cockpit.
Curt: This thing is even dustier on the inside! HAH! Old vagina joke.
Joshua: How did-Get out of there, now!
Curt: Hate to poke some holes in whatever this plan of yours is, but I have some concerns. This oversized retarded boomerang is missing some gas and, the thing it was named for, bombs. Never mind the fact that some of the parts in this thing might be degraded to shit after years of neglect. But I'm sure there are obvious solutions to these measly problems. Is there, commander?
Joshua: "sigh" The necessary power needed for the bombers is a certain processed dust fuel that hasn't been made in nearly a hundred years. But we have info saying that the Schnee Dust Company has records on how to make it. I don't know how or why, but from my experience it's better not to question convenience. General Argent will be dealing with supplying the bombs. Finally, although they might not look like it, the stealth bombers are kept in high maintenance by Hēi's engineers. Which reminds me, so long as these bombers are here, they are to be held as high valued equipment. So would you kindly GET THE FUCK OUT!
Following the loud order, Curt exits the bomber. Making his way to the commander.
Curt: High valued equipment? They're rusty planes with a firecracker dispenser. What the hell makes them special?
Joshua: They're special to the guy that owns them. Hēi collects an absurd amount of relics, rare artifacts, and at this point unique old world vehicles. These three stealth bombers were the prototypes of what may have been a devastating air force back then. However, they were made during the end of the war eighty years ago so they never saw any action. Only tested on open fields and Grimm.
Curt:... So this is like, what, a new form of combat from way back when?
Joshua: That's right.
Curt: So why don't we reverse engineer them?
Joshua:..... What?
Curt: Everse engineer. Take one of the bombers, have some mechanic nerds have an orgasmic field day with it, document the layout of the plain, put it back together, and manufacture our own.
Joshua: Uhm... I don't think we're allowed to do that?
Curt: Wanna try that again with less certainty?
Joshua: We can't do that. Hēi is a very valued alley to the Children, and I'd rather not give him a reason to cut ties because we tampered with his property without his permission. The only reason he's letting us use them is because he listens to Pastor Nichts.
Curt: Well, that was all the fucks I could give in a short time span. What do I do now?
Joshua: Wait for me in the meeting room for debriefing with the other two pilots. I have to settle on how to acquire the fuel.
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The Children
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