My Hornet is towed off the runway by a truck as a medic shines a light in my eye- probably to check for concussions before moving to open her medical kit. I grab the medic's wrist and stare her down. "I'm fine." I release her wrist, she scoffs as she walks off somewhere else. A NAUC officer, a young-looking guy sporting a flak vest and a helmet, walks up to the back of the ambulance, tossing me my flight bag. "Hello Captain, they said that your plane won't be ready until tomorrow morning." He nods over at my Hornet. "I've already told your C.O at Valhalla that you won't be there until tomorrow." He motions for me to follow him, so I scoot off of the bumper of the ambulance and follow him to a Humvee. I get in the passenger's side with my flight bag, put on my seatbelt as the officer drives us to the front of a fairly-well guarded building. Judging from the look of the emplacements and fortifications here, it was probably the impromptu quarters for at least a small portion of the allied forces stationed to guard the city, the building itself was probably re-purposed from an old hotel.
He directs me to a disused, but well-kept floor of the building. "You'll pretty much be alone on this floor, I hope that isn't a problem."
"That's fine." I reply, waving him away. I locked the door to the room and took a shower- stripping down completely. Looking in the mirror afterwards; only a few could have guessed that I was the person in that little polaroid photo. I wrapped my chest in bandages again and got dressed before getting my ID, wallet, and a radio. I holstered my Five-Seven (sidearm) and walked to a little store down the street, they sold a variety of items there, but I went ahead and bought a little Kintharian doll in a Raptor's costume. I walked back to the improvised barracks and settled down for the night after eating and chatting with a few NAUC infantrymen in a cafe.
tl;dr; waiting for plane to get repaired at city we were supposed to defend before going back to base.
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