A feather slapped up against the hardened glass as the Aries followed closely behind a flock of birds. Raylan chuckled to himself thinking how terrified the birds must have been. Even then his amusement soon vanished and replaced itself with wonder as the clouds cleared for him. He could see the landscape of Central America down below. He knew this would be the place he would make a name for himself. He didn't care who it or what it was he was sent here for he just wanted to get in the thick of the action and kick some ass.

"Sure looks pretty up here." His wing man commented. His wing man approached him on his flank. Both pilots had made a four hour journey to make it here to their destination. Raylan shrugged. He wasn't impressed with the view.

"The novelty wears off after a while. Its nothing big, trust me." He leaned back quietly into his cockpit chair. He enjoyed the sound of of the air as it rushed passed armor of the Aries.

"Holy crap...that's a wet t-shirt contest going on down there." His wing man came back over the comm link. Raylan's eyes almost bulged from his skull as his Aries cut in front and made a magnified scan of said event. He giggled in amusement as he stared gleefully at the contestants. "Oh I love spicy ass!" He smiled from ear to ear.

"Uh boss..." Raylan's wing man came back over the radio again. He ignored him at first as he stared at one of the contestants being hosed down by a water hose. He could feel his tongue beginning to fall right out of his mouth and on to the earth below. His wing man continued with his consistent nagging to get his attention. He groaned.

"What god damn you!? Can't you see I'm eye humping the local tail around here?" He barked back over the radio.

"I was just going to warn you about the large transport you are about to crash into..." Raylan's eyes darted up to his instruments and his Aries looked up from the ground. Raylan squirmed in horror as he could see the large mid air refueling tanker bearing down on him. He could see the pilots inside yelling at him through the tinted glass. He pushed down on his control stick with every once of strength he had. The blue mobile suit darted beneath the large transport violently. The wind shear caused the mobile suit to go into a spin.

"I hate my life sometimes!" Raylan protested as the Aries continued to spiral. While his head was flung about in multifarious directions, He quickly pulled back on his control stick to regain some level of control. "Something always has to go wrong and I have to get myself into so much god damn trouble." He pouted as the Aries leveled out and lifted itself higher in elevation. In his ear he could hear his wing man chuckling at his expense like a hyena.

"That was close, aye?" He could almost imagine the smirk from his wing man. He sighed and melted into his cockpit chair. He dreaded what kind of reprimand he was going to receive for this close call.

"I'll never get a suit to show up those two asshole test pilots in the Tallgeese and the Overflag at this rate." He sighed knowing some kind of punishment was going to be handed out. He just hoped it wasn't being sent back to jail to be executed.

Through the plate glass both Raylan and his wing man stood at attention in front of a senior commanding officer on base. Nothing audible could be heard from outside because of the glass and because of all the noise in the foreground as various NCO's and interns made their way through the hallways. The commanding officer was visibly angry with Raylan and his wing man as he slammed a file down on the table. His veins bulged from his forehead. Raylan stood silent and stared outside the window behind the furious CO. His wing man beside him was sweating bullets.

"Get out!" The commanding officer screamed at the top of his lungs. Both Raylan and his wing man jumped in fear and filed their way out of the office. Both men quickly turned the corner. Raylan slid down the wall beside the office.

"God! For someone who doesn't appreciate a good pair of cans, he sure does hate us." Raylan sighed in relief. "I thought for sure I was going to hang." His wing man melted down the side of the wall beside him.

"I thought I was going to get busted down to private or worse." His wing man complained. Raylan wiped the sweat from his own brow. He had a unexpected close call. It wasn't the way he wanted to die. If it weren't for his quick thinking he would be ashes....and the butt of every joke in the AU. "You said you were going to take me places!" His wing man snatched him up by his collar. Raylan slapped his hands off of his flight suit.

"I did, I just never said where those places would be." Raylan gave a arrogant smirk. His wing man groaned. He was getting tired of Raylan's nonchalant attitude to life in general. he sometimes wandered if Raylan had a death wish.

"You almost ended up like a fly on the windshield of a car." Raylan chuckled at his wing man's rebuttal.

"Well those titties were to die for." He giggled to himself. Sometimes his own laid back attitude even impressed him. It was his way of dealing with day to day issues in the military and in life. "Now come on! The CO said we had to go up north to take care of something." Raylan snapped his fingers. His wing man sighed and followed behind like a sad old dog following its master.

"Why do I get the feeling something bad is going to happen up north..." He moaned. Raylan giggled as he sat foot on the runway and made his way to the hanger.

"The feeling is mutual, and we just got here. Now we have to move our asses back across the boarder to go to that cold hell hole up north." Raylan shuddered since he hated cold weather, but orders were orders.