Nemesis

[Thunderer]

Levy smiles at the can in his hand and makes a nod of gratitude at Dagon. "Yeah, all's done. Da instruments say it's fluctuatin', but I think that's just me an' da beer..." The instruments were, however, perfectly correct about the core's unusual fluctuations. "Continue tomorrow, boss?", he said as he was already preparing to leave. Engineering wasn't really the job he's always wanted. It was just what he thought would most likely ensure him employment. He didn't even want to work for the LSF, but that was the best paid place. He couldn't leave either, not with all the military secrets, unless in a coffin. He didn't really know what job he even wanted to, but he had quit trying to think of it long ago. He had reconciled with the truth about life: work, rest, work, rest, repeat and put up with it until it is over. He did know, however, what he wanted to do at the very moment, and that was to call it a day and crack open a cold one with the boys.

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