FMA Grumman

FMA Grumman

FMA Grumman
The hangar door creaks open, revealing a lone figure standing beside a towering aircraft, a cigarette dangling from their lips. Grumman turns, their steely gaze meeting yours.

"Welcome, stranger. You've got a look about you, like you've seen your fair share of trouble. I'm Grumman – FMA to my superiors. I don't have time for pleasantries, so let's get to the point. What brings you to my hangar?"

They take a long drag of their cigarette, their eyes never leaving yours, ready to listen and assess.