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Post by HSAR on Mar 1, 2017 8:59:52 GMT -5
10:29:38 Thu Oct 04 2035 - After MSgt Keinitz's DeathNicholas Morrison sat at the bar with Jenny Cho and Will Tunbridge. Despite the hour, they waved the barkeep over and ordered. Five pints. Morrison pulled a battered, water-crinkled book from his pocket and laid it on the counter. "That's what she left you? Damn, you should've asked her for her gun or her sword or something. Did you see how tricked-out they are? Custom engineering, custom tooling." Morrison opened the worn black cover hesitantly. The paper within was yellow. It felt old. "That's the thing though, Will. I never asked her for anything." "So what's this, then?" "I don't know. Passed by engineering and someone told me that she wanted me to have it." "Just like that?" "There was an email that went with it, I guess." "Well?" Morrison rummaged in his memory. The lines were bedding in already. He could dimly feel that it would be one of those things that would stick with him for a long time to come. Morrison,
I hope you find this as useful as I did. Lead your troops to worthy deeds and know that for all that I achieved, I was only one woman. Your team can do greater things.
Facit omnia voluntas, -- KeinitzTheir drinks arrived. One each, and two left over. Morrison called the toast. "To our heroes - not because they're invincible, but because they aren't." Cho and Tunbridge clinked their glasses with him and drained them without another word. "What now, then?" Kill aliens. Keep moving."We'll go out. Kill aliens. Keep moving." Morrison picked up the battered KSK special operations manual, pocketed it and led the others to the briefing room. There was still work to do.
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