Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 76365 times)

"Thanks."

I walk over to the guy's bed, cross my arms, and watch him for a moment. I look back at Sierra.

"What did the doctor say?"


"He should wake up tomorrow, they said."

"He's about as stable as a see-saw right now, unconscious now, but he might slip into a coma, which would be bad," I say, continuing with my dry tone. "He'll wake up by tomorrow if he hasn't gone into a coma by then."

I look to Talon, then Sierra before giving them a curt nod and walking back out of the medbay to my room.

Claire walks away from the range and none of the dummies or paper targets are distinguishable

I walk out, passing by Claire. When she's not looking I glance quickly at her ass. I walk to the firing range, raising an eyebrow at the targets.




Instead of heading to my room, I detour to the mess hall. Quietly, I grab an apple and sit down, munching on it.

um
did you really
uh

No
I mean I totally would if Claire was into that sort of thing
But no.

No
I mean I totally would if Claire was into that sort of thing
But no.

hahahaha

No
I mean I totally would if Claire was into that sort of thing
But no.
[/quote       shes a nb siexual]

Biloveual you say
I can make her a full on lesbian just have her date me for like five minutes

I finish my apple, throw the core in garbage, and change my mind once more. I pull out my pistol from it's holster, hold it from the barrel, and walk to the firing range.