I walk out of the briefing room. There sound of my boots echo around. This wing is mostly empty, or at least silent. The doors swing open with little effort. I look around. Many structures are dark, contrasting with the yellow-red horizon. The sun has already sunk. The brightest of stars are starting to shine. It's all a very calm atmosphere.
I notice there is only the embrace of warm air, as opposed to hot, scalding air.
My aircraft is ready, and bathed in the warm light of the hanger. The technicians are finishing up.
I hope nosebitch isn't around.
I'm on my phone, so I can't modify the loadout myself. Qwepir, could you load me up with a Turbocharger, three extra flares, two extra chaff, and a mixture of RGM's and HSM's please?
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