Operator Evo
I open the door to the gym and am promptly pounced on by my lovely girlfriend. My back hits the ground hard, and I slide back a few feet before coming to a stop near the exit. Her feet are planted on the ground to either side of me, and her arms reside firmly upon upon my chest. I expect to see malice, but when I look up at her, I see affectionate eyes. She speaks before I can get a word out.
"You. Me. Our quarters. Now."
"O-okay."
Instead of helping me to my feet, she grabs my arm and picks me up in a fireman's carry. As we exit the facility, I spot two punching bags on the floor, both torn open with their contents spilling out.
I choose not to mention them.
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Artificial
Science FictionThe IAF Force Recon Operators still have a war to fight, and they will see it to its end. Sequel to "Intelligence"
