Once the commotion over the enemy spy died down, I finally decide it's time I ate. It doesn't take very long to find the MREs, and I leave with a dining kit handed to me by one of the workers. As I'm waiting for the food to heat up, a messenger approaches me to deliver some news.
“Captain Lars Green? Good evening sir, my name is Airman Gavriil Markovic. A few minutes ago we received a call from the Sukhoi Company addressing your name. The representative on the line said that your order has been processed and that the shipment is currently in transit, on its way from Okchabursk, Yuktobania. They were also sorry to hear that your station had been attacked and apologized for not contacting you earlier.”
“I see. Thank you for telling me. Do you know when it's supposed to get here?”
“From what I've been told, the aircraft isn't being accompanied by a tanker. It should arrive within the next few hours.”
I scarfed down that MRE faster than any other meal I could remember eating.
