Aeron was having a grand ol time. Honestly, how could he not have a good time? Anyone with some tiny shred of humanity would enjoy themselves when flying in a life-sized RC jet. It was like childhood, but so much better. So much better. He was living the dream.
Afterā¦eh, about half an hour, he came up behind this army helicopter. US air force, like his baby. Whoever was inside, they freaked out. They didnāt even know it was the god of destruction coming up on their tails, and still they flipped out. A little pathetic, butā¦ hey, humans are humans. Now, Nix was a pretty good guy. At least, he thought so. Instead of up and saying, heyāIām Nix and Iām riding up on your ass, he just kept quiet and continued on his mission. It wasnāt his problem. They werenāt important. At least, thatās what he assumed.
Well, the damn bastards didnāt know how to mind their own business. He was just chillin, riding in his jet, and then they threaten him. It was comical, really, the little chopper talking smack to his badassāI mean, come on, his plane is called a Fighting Falcon. F-16 Fighting Falcon. The name alone is enough to kill a man! Yet, here they are, prepping their firepower with some shred of bravery. Noānot bravery, stupidity. Like they would ever win that battle. Pfftā¦ Idiots. I should just take off and leave them be. The little maggots. No, noābetter idea. How fun would it be to see what this baby can do? Hmā¦ tempting, very temptingā¦ Aw, screw it. Donāt take it too personally, boys. Itās just, I need to get even.
He was about to shoot their sorry asses out of the sky, but a quick thought managed to catch his attention, causing him to hesitate. While his hand hovered over the shiny launch button of temptation, a tiny voice of reason came stumbling forward like the drunken fool it was. His āspyā could potentially be on that aircraft, so it would be best not to play target practice on them. Oh, bother. People are always ruining things for you. Well, he can always shoot them down later, after checking, right?
Despite that slight disappointmentāyou know, having missiles and not using themāhe was still in a good mood. It was just so damn hysterical, these people. These poor saps. It was impossibleāhe couldnāt get over it. Pushing a button on his headset, āHey, Norm. Get me info on this little chopper I found. The guy said he wasā¦ehā¦ damn these titles, so hard to remember. OkayāColonelā¦ Quebecā¦N-zero-uhā¦nine, one, papa-Quartz? Aw, shit. Switch Quartz and Quebec. Fill in the blanks. Youāre a smart lad, figure it out. Is our mystery girl in there?ā
After that quick inquiry, which Norm answered in record time, he noticed they were just about ready to fire on him. Well, shit. Heād have to stop them pretty quickāwouldnāt want to get gunpowder on his baby, eh? Shaking his head, almost in disbelief of these people, he engaged the appropriate knobs and switches, bringing the handset up to his lips. Let me tell youāhe tried not to laugh his ass off, really he did, but it was a futile struggle. When the button was pushed, all that could be heard over the static was a low, very amused chuckle. āWhoa there, Colonel. Hold your fire, hold your fire,ā he teased.
āIām not hostile, here. Iām not the type to get pissed off and go around looking for fights. Iām the type that only gets even when heās wronged. So, you fire on meā¦ Iāll fire on you. āTis only fair, after all. And we all know how that will end, hm? You be a good soldier, mate. Though, you probably shouldnāt sell your soul to the slayers. I mean, what about the constitution? I was so happy when they finally passed the thirteenth amendment. Hell, they probably call you slave to your face, eh? And you call yourself a respectful colonel. Of the air force, no less. Pfft. Pisses me off, it does. But, I digress. Your choice. So, whereās this team my secretaryās freaking out about?ā
There was a slight pause, then, as though an afterthought: āOh, right, right. Identification. How rude of me. This is Aeron Nixon, also known as Nix: god of destruction. Alright, look. BLOOD, Slayer, whatever your name isāI didnāt have time to check the report on yāall, Iām a busy guyāIāll be honest with you. I have about a million better things to be doing with my time right nowāparticularly, getting lunch. Iām starving over here. Iāve been starving. But, as fate would have it, before I can go stop by a pizza joint somewhere, I have to take care of this situation right here,ā he heaved a sigh, a very heavy sigh.
āYou see, Iāve got some unidentified rogue spy chick somewhere around here. Not exactly sure if sheās in your chopper, or what. Iām assuming she doesnāt want to be found, after going through all the trouble of forging papersā¦ Itās a long story, and I just found out about it 40 minutes ago. Surely, one of you mustāve sensed her, hm? What, with your awesome āchampionā prowess. Anyway, I donāt want that girl in your chopper, or anywhere doing anything in my name. Not until I know who the hell she isāand, even then, canāt say I really care what all of you do with your lives. Iām hoping youāll be understanding and cordial about this whole matter. Iām suggesting you park your ass down by route 66, Iāll touch down, we exchange a cordial handshake or two, I find and retrieve my mysterious bug, and then we all go about our separate ways. Eh?ā