Hilbert walks to his Jaguar, deciding to mark his kills on the ground, maybe spiff it a little bit. He grabs an airbrush, a stencil, and his (imaginary) artist cap and looks back on what he destroyed. First, he roughed up some infantry, but he doesn't think that counts, not too much... maybe half a body? No, probably not. He wasn't exactly a great artist, it might challenge him too much. But then, he fired rockets and killed the infantry, a lot of them... yeah, he guesses he could put one guy there.
He draws his first marking, his best impression of a person. It's alright.
Then... he remembers his plane getting hit by an SAM detonating near him... he remembers he took out one of them with an AGM. He draws his best idea of a SAM missile, and then decides to finish the whole thing and draws his SAM site. After that... he dropped his cluster bomb. Gods. The scene of destruction is all too clear, in his mind again. Hilbert now imagines quite a few of those soldier's final moments. A voice inside him, however, tells him he's still on a ladder, and that falling off it does not seem like a good idea.
Right, let's see... looking back at it, he got... well, it seemed too many to count... but he didn't recall the infantry surviving, or the AT team. Graf also remembers both LAM's on the west side of the HQ didn't respond to their missiles afterwards, so that was probably gone, and also, one of the SAM's was awfully quiet after the blasts had finished.
He draws another person, and then another, this time with a rocket launcher, draws two LAMS to his best ability, and another SAM, quickly adding on another after realizing his AGM killed the final one. He then draws his mind to the HQ. Although it was a team effort, his bomb really flattened it...
Graf draws a building to the best of his ability, and then admires his work. "Huh. I did well for a newbie to this place." Before finishing up, he thinks back to his comment about being a shield. Although the nickname is still going to be thought up by his squad members, he decides to make a small shield below the canopy. He then fills it in with purple and gold, in a cross pattern.
He wipes some sweat off his face and climbs down the ladder. Yeah, that's good. Now it's not just a mothballed piece of junk, it's his SEPECAT Jaguar, ready to accompany him wherever he goes. On missions, at least.
Hilbert still wonders how he can manage to take it home with him after this whole war is over.
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