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*repeatedly flies through restricted airspace, gleefully*

*poor bored Hank*

He bats away an incoming SAM.

Norrin Radd.

What are you doing?

Playing with this military base. What are you doing?

...watching?

*and hoping he isn't shot at too, sheesh >(*

A SAM closes in on them...Hank crosses his arms.

*it might hit Hank, but it'll just pass through Norrin :D*

With a smile and a glance, something in the rocket shifts. It explodes prematurely.

Hank goes stealth and flies away...

*he follows, secretly thinking Hank is an idiot. what's the point of scaring the poor soldiers down there?*

Stupid SAM sites.

Why?

Always trying to shoot me down.

That's their job.

And it was my job to destroy them.

What if they need them later?

...please.

...

I know better.

Do you?

It was my job.

Why?

I was a fighter pilot.

In a war?

...yes...

...that hasn't stopped?

It's complicated. It's a civil war.

Alright.

Do you know war?

I've never seen one on my own world, if that's what you mean. *obviously*

I guess you wouldn't, because of your desolate universe.

...yes.

Consider yourself fortunate.

I might.