Aww, you remembered! And here I thought you didn’t like me. You might make this cold dead heart beat yet.
But you know how the totem pole goes … I’m only givin’ orders cause someone is givin’ * me orders.
If I had my way we woulda been sippin’ beers and singing Kumbaya.
Oh, y’ weren’t? So that weren’t your annoying-arse voice makin’ demands?
Capture or kill, know wot your preference is…?
Gettin’ on my nerves. Goin’ back to my earlier sentiment: mind your own.
Jog on.
And you can blame the beautiful U.S. of A.’s outstanding government for it’s amazing decision process.
I wasn’t the one to send my dogs after ‘ya Brits.
( Hands move to his kit to rest comfortably. )
Ease down, Ghost. You look tense.
[ Fists clench at his sides, gloves creaking. Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him, don’t punch him, you’re better than that— ]
Bit difficult to confirm a kill when y’ blow the thing to hell.
‘ad plenty to do cleanin’ up after the mess y’ left.
Orders are orders. Thought you were a soldier.
( A chuckle. )
‘Ya know exactly what I mean. My men would have at least made sure the target was down.
Or even in the tank in the first place.
We have so much in common, then? Don’t think I forgot that little air strike comment.
But let’s be honest for a moment, Ghost.
Y’all would do just a shoddy job as the last time. Messy, messy.
Seem to recall somethin’ about sippin’ tequila on a beach somewhere when y’ were runnin’ your mouth.
Sure like to do that, don’t y’.
Lucky I don’t bury your arse right now.
Tequila? Me?
No, no, no. More of a bourbon kinda guy. ‘S better quality.
Had a real nice bottle back when y’all were celebrating your little … ‘win’ over me.