Contributor: Anthony Mullinix
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“General, Sir, I believe we may have a problem,” he said.
“What kind of problem, Lieutenant?” I asked.
“The kind that will need some sort of clean-up crew, Sir.”
What a smart-ass. Why else would my Command and Control center call me at this hour? Looking up at the monitors revealed the truth to his statements. The man that found it looked pudgy and unkempt. Our instruments are light-years ahead of his, but that didn’t really matter since he somehow managed to find it.
This isn’t the kind of wake-up I expected.
“Who do we have available?”
“I asked who was available, not who wasn’t. Don’t waste my time. Understood?”
“Understood Sir. We only have one team,” he said, stacking his initial set of papers off to side leaving a singular piece for me to view.
No. Not the kind of wake-up call I expected.
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