Me and me new best mate Swanster were kicking it up at the fortresses last night. It was a thoroughly professional affair, hampered only by Swanny's tendency for spontaneous human combustion.
He also worked out that you can grapple a Buzzer so that it doesn't have to land, and then of course swing about like a lunatic. I found his antics a little unnerving, so did the decent thing, parachuting to safety, leaving him to climb up to the chopper and take control. It didn't quite work out for the old boy.
Pity that.