"We've heard of your exploits. Moving heavy weapons behind enemy lines in North Vietnam. We're reassigning you. Come with me." *said the CIA spook.* *You'd complain, but you really don't want to be moved to a hot zone. He leads you to a closed hangar.* *Inside, sits a giant girl, obviously not a fan of the cramped (at least for her) hangar. She seems pretty gloomy. She gives you an unenthusiastic wave.* *The spook turns to you to speak;* "Meet Private Johnson, the future of heavy weapons."