Post by nualex21 on Feb 22, 2010 23:51:49 GMT -5
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Knock, Knock, Knock…
“GO AWAY!!! I DON’T WANT ANY OF THAT SLOP!”
The knocking, though only a courtesy seeing as his door was locked from the outside, meant someone was there to deliver his breakfast. The ships commander would have thrown him in the brig and ordered his execution; but military brass decided that with operation Odessa close at hand, they could use all the veteran pilots they could muster. His full punishment had yet to be decided but he’d been given a few heavy handed lashes to compliment the initial beating he was given by the arresting MP. That being the case Bigby was confined to quarters and only allowed out for any sortie he was deemed absolutely necessary for.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK…
Bigby sat up and searched for his boots to throw at the door but this time the knocking was followed by a series of clicks. The door opened and Garnett stepped through the hatch with a sinister grin across her lips.
“Always a pleasure to see you Mr. Wolfe.” She motioned for the guards to lock them in and took a seat at the foot of his bed.
Bigby rolled up his sleeves and sat leaning against the wall of his bed, “I wish I could say the same to you lady, especially seeing as you ain’t to hard on the eyes, but every time we meet I end up getting my head smashed in.”
“Well Bigby that could easily be avoided if you just learn to do what I tell you to.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small packet.
“The day I start taking orders from a dainty little dress wearing spanner monkey is the day I stop wearing pants and hop into one of her skirts .”
Garnett paused for a moment and raised her eyebrow; but with a curious grin she threw the fold of papers at Bigby.
The packet contained a dossier of a young lady with the title of Warrant Officer Garnett Alexia, Special Operative, Project Echo 3, and a set of orders that made Bigby apart of her MS Team.
Well I’ll be damned…
“ Well Mr. Wolfe do you prefer pleated or pencil leg.”
Knock, Knock, Knock…
“GO AWAY!!! I DON’T WANT ANY OF THAT SLOP!”
The knocking, though only a courtesy seeing as his door was locked from the outside, meant someone was there to deliver his breakfast. The ships commander would have thrown him in the brig and ordered his execution; but military brass decided that with operation Odessa close at hand, they could use all the veteran pilots they could muster. His full punishment had yet to be decided but he’d been given a few heavy handed lashes to compliment the initial beating he was given by the arresting MP. That being the case Bigby was confined to quarters and only allowed out for any sortie he was deemed absolutely necessary for.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK…
Bigby sat up and searched for his boots to throw at the door but this time the knocking was followed by a series of clicks. The door opened and Garnett stepped through the hatch with a sinister grin across her lips.
“Always a pleasure to see you Mr. Wolfe.” She motioned for the guards to lock them in and took a seat at the foot of his bed.
Bigby rolled up his sleeves and sat leaning against the wall of his bed, “I wish I could say the same to you lady, especially seeing as you ain’t to hard on the eyes, but every time we meet I end up getting my head smashed in.”
“Well Bigby that could easily be avoided if you just learn to do what I tell you to.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small packet.
“The day I start taking orders from a dainty little dress wearing spanner monkey is the day I stop wearing pants and hop into one of her skirts .”
Garnett paused for a moment and raised her eyebrow; but with a curious grin she threw the fold of papers at Bigby.
The packet contained a dossier of a young lady with the title of Warrant Officer Garnett Alexia, Special Operative, Project Echo 3, and a set of orders that made Bigby apart of her MS Team.
Well I’ll be damned…
“ Well Mr. Wolfe do you prefer pleated or pencil leg.”