CHAPTER FOUR-DRONES

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I

"Fliex One, this is Base. The Drones are shitting on my parade! Yes, you heard me! In my bloody air space! We're not  gonna be in the air if they're flying around and pissing me off...YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLES! I ain't gonna fly no more...This is bullshit! This is America!" Pilot Chaston H, Earlogh, Jr., said, as he flew his aircraft back to base...sick of the sinister alien planes that were more like UFOs.

    He pressed the EJECT button and got out.

    He had short, black hair, brown eyes, and tall.

    And a silver colored uniform with the letters: CHASTON H. EARLOGH, JR., PILOT, written on the right-hand breast of his silver pilot's suit.

     And silver boots on his feet.

      He looked at the CONTROL BASE HQ, and stormed towards it.

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II

"Shit! He's gonna knock your block off Chief" Ellen Anderson, the Assistant Controller, said.

       "Well, he knows the Drones are here to stay. And if he hates it Ellen, wel..." Chief Greg Jameson was about to say, when Chaston punched him in the mouth.

      "That's assault you asshole!" Chief Jameson said, spitting blood out of his mouth.

       "Get those Drones outta here" Chaston said.

      "Not gonna happen" Chief Jameson said.

      And then Chaston saw Ellen.

       "This isn't over" Chaston said, leaving her shaking her head, and wondering whether her boyfriend was going to leave.

         She hoped he wouldn't.

         Otherwise, their future together would be over.

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