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Post by flippmoke on Feb 25, 2010 15:48:44 GMT -5
"Tango two, three, five one, this is Tango Fox Alpha Command requesting communication over secure channel," came in a voice over the radio aboard the Medea California as it passed over the Hudson in the Western Arctic.
"Secure channel granted Tango Fox Alpha Command, moving communication to the secure channel," responded the co-pilot of the medea as he turned to see if Nigel was in the cockpit.
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Nigel was not in the cockpit however as he was in the hull just finishing up a conversation with Kyle Webb on the supplies they were likely to need for the assault on Lhasa.
"Nigel, Command is on the line and wants to speak to you," screamed over the loud speaker in the hanger.
"You are a wanted man," said Kyle with a smile as he pointed to a pair of headphones in the corner of the hanger attached to the wall.
"It happens to the best of us," said Nigel with a smile as he jogged quickly over to the headset.
"This is Nigel, who wants to talk to me?" asked Nigel to the communications officer on board the Medea.
"It is General Revil, he wants to speak to you personally," said the communications officer with a slightly nervous voice.
"Well damn, put me through," said Nigel shocked that Revil wanted to speak to him.
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Post by flippmoke on Feb 25, 2010 16:23:38 GMT -5
Several minutes later, Nigel put down the headset and returned to where Kyle was sitting waiting for the news.
"Well I heard it was Revil, what's the big deal?" said Kyle impatiently.
"We are changing directions, heading to North America," said Nigel with a smile. "The target is New York."
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