The day dragged on, and I sat back in makeshift chair on the gate of the base. The sky was clear and the raiders few. I had started reading a good book when a commander walked up and started looking around for something.
"Uh, General Poppy...?" Dragged out the commander.
"Yes??" I replied without looking up or showing any interest.
"There was a recruit guarding here earlier, where did he go?" he asked while seeming to search for the recruit.
"Away." I tried not to smirk.
"Not joking around here, where did he go?"
"Would you like the full truth or the sugared down story I have prepared?" I finnaly looked up from my book.
"Truth please."
"He fell asleep on duty, so I put him on a skimmer heading strait for where ever over the horizon it runs out of gas."
*Into com* "air control, go find the list of all skimmers flying out of our airspace, and any signals while your at it."
"Why so urgent? I left abunch of PFC and mindgrape in the back of the skimmer."
