Slowly lowering his reading glasses he gave them another read 'afor giving the transfer request one more read over.
Er, is this some kinda transfer request? It reads like the highlighted section of a B sci-fi holo. Dang spam can reach a fellow anywhere.
David hastily scrawled the request with: "Y'all better give me a better idea of you who are, where you're coming from and what you're looking to accomplish here in my squadron 'afor I'm giving you one of my birds." before tossing the form into his outgoing mail pile.
