The Time of Truth

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It was getting late. Falling towards the desk, only thing he could see was bright light reflected from the papers on desk. Papers, many papers, too many papers. Schemes and drawings, mathematical solutions, reports. All written by himself. After the long work, he fell asleep....

"Hey, wake up. Do you hear me? Wake up." These words passed his ears. He got up to see his colleague standing next to him. "We need to pass the results to the Armed Forces." "Oh, damn. Did I fall asleep?" He shruged, and grabbed all the papers lying on the desk. "Let's go, then."

They left the room, and walked into a long corridor with windows facing Planet Cambridge. After a while, they entered the hangar. "Wait here, let me inform them." Said one of them, heading to comms office to send out this transmittion:

Honourable Admirals of the Armed Forces,
Everything goes as scheduled, we are now moving to Winchester Station in Salisbury. Please, inform some more important pilots of the fleet to come along aswell, it might interest them.
We are looking forward to meeting you.

Yours,
Dr. James Collins

--- 5 MINUTES LATER ---

Collins came back to the hangar to his colleague. "Is the Shire ready?" "Yes, it is. We are loading up now." "Good, we are leaving in 10 minutes." He looked around to see the progress of his work. The time of truth arrived. Everyone entered the Shire, which took off shortly after.

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[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.

Admiral John Clay - Retired and dead *sadface*