Children of a Lost God

I used to fly fighter planes for Uncle Sams misguided children (thats the USMC for any of yall uninitiated). Now I fl y for civilian airlineslots less exciting but lots mo pay and, for the most part, lots less danger. That is until somebody confused me with somebody else . . . somebody who could give a damn. Then again, confusion adds an addicting quality when the addition of others adds up to a whole damn mess. Oh, and did I forget to mention that unleashing the four horsemen of the apocalypse thing? How they aint coming for dinner!