Suddenly the CI heard the smooth purr of a 3300 (replete with 3 blade prop) in the distance, above the nearby low rumble of prognostications from billious. Alarmingly, the CI's chest started to glow green.
Meanwhile, a short distance away, the Rat was testing some new aviation accessories he had aquired at some interesting "shops" on his sojourn north. He was delighted to see that his new computer had already acquired a target and was busy painting it with the laser. Zooming in he saw a familiar shape on his screen....reminiscent of an old fashioned cast iron stove.
A wry smile spread over the Rat's face like the dawn of a new day, briefly glinting golden in the setting sun.
"Missiles or guns?", he mused, as his thumb deftly flipped up the safety covers........