A motley Krewe assembled with the FNG looking sharp in his PRO running togs and ready to experience F3. Unbeknownst to him, many were plotting his ascent to regain the Hammer from the NS heathen. You see, this guy is FAST.
Each group split off to chase their dreams, leaving me to SOLO ruck on the rough railway rocks.
We reassemble late, named the FNG “HIPAA”, being that he is a Dr.
Brief COT – Out!!
