sveltewaves has appeared on the radar
Cobra Island was hardly the easiest place to get to, even when one was well aware of it’s location, hours by a Blackbird and days by a Helicopter, a spot of silver and green amongst thousands of miles of unyielding blue. So, really, it’s understandable that he tends to sleep somewhat soundly, unconcerned with the possibility of someone breaking into the base in the middle of the night.
Ah, irony. Or poor planning on his end. Murphy’s Law and whatnot. Not a mistake to be repeated.
He’s irritated enough to personally greet the intruder, a platoon of semi-aware Vipers running point around him, high-impact AKs strapped to their hands. This isn’t one he plans on leaving sentient, if alive. He barely gets enough REM sleep, and he had been in the midst of a lovely dream about rocket-powered alpacas.
The intruder is... far larger than he would have previously assumed. He expected a Joe or three, maybe a lost castaway, but not... this. A drone, he presumes, his Vipers lifting their guns above their heads in a effort to intimidate. One of Destro’s, perhaps.
“You are intruding on private property.” he greets, barely, finger poised over the command to shoot. One of the Vipers swayed, vertigo taking ahold, and he flicked his thumb over their control to steady them. “You have thirty sssecondsss to leave your vehicle before my Sssoldiersss ssshoot.”
