i have an iranian friend gone wrong from college whose family traveled through tehran in a procession of bmw 7's with the "protection" package. too heavy to act carlike and drivers were required, but 2 minutes of a plastic-explosive sweep looking for dets starting at the car-bomb level and sweeping out 50 yards or the limits of the roads.

but what's w1 without a flotilla of armored cars and genuine anger that post-9/11 they ruled that helicopters were no longer rooftop accents in sw1/w1. the consuls were the worst, but putin's apt to kill them without rapid air transit if they're of an accent that bothers him when he's got a headache.

suitcase full of enriched nukes coming up, the fools can't fly in all that wealth.

my a5 was about as fast as they make them without waiting for an s-badge. a ford f350 made me rethink light cars entirely. the wonder of the bitter divorcee's cls with silly power is that all sorts of alarms yell at me when mexican-hiring contractors and trailers approach and the gas is essentially fucking afterburners when pressed in anger.

some ged prick sees a flash of silver and a loud amg-12 and understands what a sea-harrier buzzing him must be like, i'll add the cannons, asmissiles and a shitload or rocket pods.

i'll take a harrier or a-10(preferably) to chase down armor and as mick told me to paint it black like smoldering hulks of metal look when they're faced with a viking range set up by putin, shit's well-done to a different understanding of it. some mig-25's are still one of the airstrikes i'd call in-f-15's that like to fly low and carry a few armored personell carriers between them in shit for creating explosions and naught an eardrum intact. fast as fuck getting to the fuck shit up coordinates, then turn hard and a few sonic booms later they're just some white trails in places ethereal.