Sunbucks Cafe

[Fuski]

A young man. Ganes on the name patch. Late thirties brandishing a hard day's work enters into the popular cafe that everyone talks about. After being Taken out several times in the last 12 hours, receiving only minor cuts and scrapes and a limp he can't hide, See's an empty booth and a freshly cleaned table. The rookie pilot hobbles over to that booth. Sits. And lays down across the padded seat and insignia embroidered leather.

"15 minutes" he says. "Just 15 minutes." as he closes his eyes and a cup of fresh joe is gently placed on the wooden platform. The radio on his uniform goes off mere seconds afterward. It's back up call from his wingman, Lieutenant Steele, and he's needed once more. He signs, with his head on his hands, "Just 15 minutes..." Ganes gets up, pivoting his tired body and slides to the end of the bench. Putting one hand on the backing, the other on the table. He sees the porcelain mug from the corner of his eye and turns his head to face it at least offset. Pausing with a low subtle nod before pushing himself up and limping out the door. Leaving the cup sitting on the table, just as full as it was when the waitress placed it.